his eyes to make sure he'd stamped all the snow off his boots. Satisfied, he pulled off the boots and left them by the door, padding further into the living room unself-consciously, and I began to see this was the protocol in snow country.
"I'm Aurora. Thank you for bringing the Jeep. Martin says he's known you forever."
"Just about." Karl had finished divesting himself of several layers of outerwear, and finally looked me in the eyes.
Karl Bagosian had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen on a man. On anyone. Large, oval, very dark, fringed by eyelashes most women could only dream of, those eyes could speak to you long enough to talk you right out of your clothes and into Karl's bed.
"Well, I feel like a female peacock," I said, mildly disgruntled. "Would you like some coffee?"
"Yes, please," he said, after a surprised hesitation. Karl preceded me to the kitchen, and I had to remind myself he'd been here many times before... before I was born, no doubt. Karl had thickened a little with middle age, and he had white teeth that gleamed like an actor's. He sat at the kitchen table watching me, while I poured a mug of coffee and placed it before him with milk and sugar handy.
"If you haven't had breakfast I would be glad to make you some toast," I offered. "Martin's on the phone; he'll be down in just a minute." "This is southern hospitality, the kind I keep hearing about, I guess."
"It's just hospitality. How else would I treat you?" He had no answer for that. "This is some mess about Regina, huh?" he asked, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes. He poured sugar in his coffee with a liberal hand. I watched in amazement as he did the same with the milk. It hardly looked like coffee anymore.
I propped myself against the kitchen counter. "Did you know Craig?"
"Yeah, he stole a car from my lot."
"What did you do?"
"I went after him and got it back." And the large dark eyes didn't look so gorgeous anymore. In fact they looked downright scary. I realized I was very glad I hadn't been there when Karl had gotten his car back. "Mr. Vigilante," Martin said from the doorway. He meant to be smiling when he said it, but the smile came off lame. He'd heard the whole conversation. Karl got up and shook Martin's hand, and they did the shoulder-patting ritual.
Deep affection.
"The little sumbitch - 'scuse me, Aurora - is just lucky I didn't fix his wagon for good," Karl said, white teeth gleaming.
"I only laid off because he was your niece's husband."
"This was since they got married?"
"Yeah, in fact this was last week. Right before he showed up on your doorstep down in Georgia, dead. Maybe he wanted to drive down in a jeep." "The police know about this?"
"Yeah, I told 'em after I heard Craig got killed. Told 'em I had a key to the house here. They come out here to take a gander." Karl Bagosian looked so exotic I found I had expected him to have a foreign accent. It was a little shocking to hear a homely midwestern voice coming from his mouth. I thought of him in harem pants. I clamped my lips together. "What are you smiling about?" Martin asked from my elbow. I jumped.
"Would you like some more coffee, honey?" I asked.
"Lord, she's no bigger than a flea, Martin."
I particularly dislike to be talked about as if I weren't there. But this was Martin's friend.
"Small but mean," Martin said. I looked up, startled, and he was smiling...
Lucky for him.
"Was the house very different than it is now? When you brought the police out here?" I asked Karl.
He took a swallow of coffee, raised the cup to me in appreciation. Since Martin had made it, that compliment wasn't due me, but I nodded anyway. "Yes, the house was a mess," Karl said bluntly. "All I did was hang up the clothes and vacuum, run the dishwasher. That made a big difference." "Thank you," I said, impressed at his enterprise. "Did the police seem to think anything had happened here in the house?"
"It was just like they'd gone shopping," Karl said, shaking his head. "Like they were both going to be back any moment. Oh, I forgot to empty the wastebaskets that day, I just recalled. Sorry. Darlene was with me, but that girl is bone lazy."
"How old is Darlene now?" Martin pulled out a chair, settled