“Can you hear me?” I said into my phone.
“All the damn time,” she muttered.
“Can I help you?” Aimee’s voice was light, pleasant through my receiver.
“I hope so,” Vero said a little too loudly. “I’m looking for a gift for a friend. She doesn’t get out much. She’s one of those lonely, reclusive, cat-lady types.”
“I don’t have a cat,” I said grudgingly.
“But there’s this guy who might be interested in her. He’s a cop. So hot.” Vero fanned herself. “I keep telling her she can’t go out on a date wearing sweatpants. At the very least, she ought to make an effort. I mean, come on, put on a little makeup, right?”
“Why?” I grumbled. “So I’ll look better in my mug shot?”
“Oooh!” Aimee’s eyes sparkled. She leaned on her elbows against the glass. “This sounds exciting.”
“You have no idea,” Vero said.
Aimee spread her hands to reveal the colorful rows of palettes under the counter. “I can help you pick something out for her. Tell me about her best features.”
Vero’s eyes rolled to the ceiling. “Wow, that’s a tough one.”
“Watch it,” I said.
“Well, she’s got sort of wavy, reddish-brown hair. It looks nice when she’s trying. Which isn’t often.”
I snapped a hanger over the rack.
“And hazel-green eyes. They change colors when she’s mad and her face turns real red. Most of the time, she’s sort of pale like a vampire, because she doesn’t leave the house much. But she’s got a few freckles here and there, so more like a friendly neighborhood sparkly vamp than one of those creepy coffin-dwelling kinds.”
Aimee let loose a full-throated laugh.
“I’m glad she’s amused,” I muttered.
“Well, let’s play up her eyes. They sound pretty.” Aimee slid open a glass cabinet and set a tray of samples on the counter.
“Get on with it,” I growled, earning a nasty look while Aimee’s head was down.
Vero tapped her chin, studying Aimee’s face as she arranged the palettes. “Have we met before?”
Aimee looked up. She tipped her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure?” Vero asked. “Because I was just here a few weeks ago for a makeover and I’m sure you were the one who sold me some blushers. Let me think … It would have been on a Tuesday, in the evening.”
“No.” She smiled politely. “That wouldn’t have been me. I don’t work on Tuesday nights. It may have been Julia,” she added with a lilt. “People get us confused all the time.”
Vero nodded. “Oh, sure! Julia rings a bell. Hey, is that a promotion?” Vero rose on her tiptoes to point out a display on the far side of the counter. As Aimee twisted to see it, Vero turned to me and mouthed, “What do I do?”
I swatted the air. “Don’t look at me! Find out where she was that night.”
“So,” Vero said loudly, pulling Aimee’s focus back to the counter, “you’re off on Tuesdays? You must go out on Tuesday nights then. I bet you hit all the best spots in town.”
“That was subtle,” I deadpanned.
Aimee’s smile was uncertain. Maybe a little uncomfortable as she returned to her task.
“I’ve heard great things about a place called The Lush. You know anything about it?”
Aimee’s head snapped up as she dropped a tray of eye colors. The clatter of breaking plastic echoed through the store, drawing the attention of a floor manager. Aimee apologized, her cheeks flushing a hot shade of pink as she bent to scrape it up. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t go there.” Even from where I stood in the clothing racks, I could see her hands shaking as she wiped powder on her pant leg.
“My friend says the bartender’s an underwear model. She says they have good drink specials on Tuesday nights. Are you sure you’ve never been there before?” The color drained from Aimee’s face.
“Laying it on a little thick,” I warned.
Aimee darted anxious glances around the counter, checking to make sure no one was listening when she said, “Are you a cop?”
Vero’s head rocked back. She cocked a hip as they sized each other up.
“No, no, no,” I hissed into the phone. “You are not a cop!”
Vero raised an eyebrow. “What if I am?”
“Look,” Aimee said in a harsh whisper, “I don’t know how you found me, but I had nothing to do with that man’s disappearance. I haven’t laid eyes on him in more than a year. I saw his name on the news just like everybody else.”