Perri O'Shaughnessy
Case of Lies
Book 11 in the Nina Reilly series, 2005
TO OUR BROTHER, PATRICK.
HE HELPED THOUSANDS OF CALIFORNIA WORKERS IN HIS LAW PRACTICE, AND IN HIS PRIVATE LIFE HE LOVED FULLY.
The behavior of fundamental particles is essentially random.
HEISENBERG
NINA REILLY LAY ON HER STOMACH, her eyes closed, a white washcloth draped over her backside. The endless mental lists had fled from her head, lulled by Chelsis electronic ambient music and her soothing hands on Ninas back. Now Nina kept slipping into a snooze, the kind where you disappear and then snap back your head as your senses return.
Lets see, she had dreamed a little dream about an old woman approaching, babbling something. This apparition had a dreadful aspect, as though if Nina ran away she would become gigantic and even more frightening. She kept coming closer, the hideous old witch, whispering so low Nina couldnt quite-then she understood, and deep dream relief came over her.
All the old lady wanted was a piggyback ride, then shed go away. Nina crouched and the old lady hopped on-
Lots of my clients take naps, Chelsi said as the snap thing happened and Ninas eyes jerked open.
And miss the whole massage? No way, Nina said.
Your body will remember.
Big deal. This is too good to spend asleep.
We could talk a little if you want. Some people just like to relax. She was stroking Ninas sides, almost lifting her up from the table, her hands strong and the points of her fingernails digging in now and then. Chelsi was a tall ponytailed girl in her early twenties, and the smile she always wore seemed to be for real.
You talk, Nina said. Ill just moan here and there.
All right. Lets see. Well, last week when I worked on you for the first time, I thought, Shes somebody. I even thought you might have used a fake name. That would have been fine, by the way. LeAnn Rimes came here when she was appearing at Caesars last year and wrote down that she was somebody named Ms. Exter. Its not an insurance situation, so who cares what you want to call yourself?
Chelsi waited, but her hands kept working and Nina didnt respond.
Dr. Whittaker sends me all his headaches. He says ninety percent of the time its tension and he says I have good hands. He comes to me himself. Oops, Im not supposed to say that. Anyway, my dad says I got the curious gene. He says I ought to be a detective. Wow, you are so tight around the neck.
Mmm.
For instance, Chelsi said, then pressed hard, her hands making tiny squeezing motions on the back of Ninas neck. She was using kukui-nut oil to baste her. One could die at the beginning of the hour and Chelsi would never know it until her chime went off. Im gonna say youre a swimmer.
Whenever I can, Nina managed to say.
Chelsi laughed in delight. I knew because you have these excellent muscles in your shoulders, square shoulders and a tiny waist. A swimmers back. I am so good. Now, your neck, Ive seen that a lot with people with big pressures at work. Last week when I did that scalp massage you practically melted. Its definitely the cause of your headaches. That or your eyes. Ill work on them in a minute.
And then theres this. Chelsis finger delicately traced the scar along Ninas side, still sore after almost three years. You dont have to tell me or anything. Im putting oil on it because you may not have incorporated that place back into your body and you need to have it witnessed. Its part of you and its nice and neat-
Its ugly, come on. Ninas voice came out harsh.
Never mind, Ill move on, just let me touch it again next week, okay?
Its an exit-wound scar, Nina said. From a thirty-two-caliber pistol fired by a woman in a courtroom.
I knew. I just knew it. Youre a policewoman!
What if I said Im a bank robber?
Chelsis hands paused. I dont believe that. It wouldnt bother me if it was true, though, I have to admit. I had a guy from Vegas in here who told me about how he embezzled from his boss at a credit agency. Even hustlers suffer from stress and hold it in their muscles. But youre not a bank robber. Your haircut is too primo. Long layers, really nice, no spray. And you dont wear much makeup. Your style is all wrong for a bank robber.
Nina didnt answer. She imagined Chelsis big-haired mama of a bank robber.
Lets work on your neck some more. She dug her fingers under Ninas skull at the back. It should have hurt. Instead, it was a catharsis, a stream of accumulated tension breaking up and flowing away. You are kidding me, right? Although you dont work at Tahoe long before you realize were all running some kind of hustle. Look at all the rich people who rent a garage on the Nevada side and claim theyre Nevada residents so they wont have to pay state income tax in California. I hustle a little myself. Youre paying me on the cash-discount basis, right? Its a tax-free zone up here. The showgirls make so much money outside the shows doing entertaining, you wouldnt believe it. No offense, but I also know youre not a showgirl.
Because?
Too petite. And, you know, not in your twenties anymore. So what do you really do?
Law. Im a lawyer. The hands stopped, and Nina wondered if Chelsi would slide out of her cheerful mood. Confessing her profession at a cocktail party often resulted in a step back and eyes averted from hers, as though shed admitted she was a hooker.
Both necessary evils, she said to herself.
But Chelsi took no offense. Right! Nina Reilly. I read about you in the paper. You do murder trials. Keep your head down. Relax.
I do all kinds of law work. Whatever comes through the door. Not just murder trials.
Well, that might explain your neck. Is that where the headaches start?
Actually, they start right in my temples, even when I havent been reading, Nina said.
Let me try something, Chelsi told her. She rolled Nina over and began massaging her face, starting with her forehead and temples, circling the eye sockets with expert fingers, prodding under her jaw. Its a Tibetan technique. Kum Nye. Again, the relief was both subtle and intense. Nina felt her jaw go slack for maybe the first time since childhood.
You poor thing. You need to come in at least once a week for a couple of months. I can do more for you than those pills you were prescribed. You have stored-up tension everywhere.
Its a deal, Nina muttered.
There was a long silence while Chelsi did some acupressure on Ninas cheekbones and around her sinuses, then did that dainty pressing around her eyes again. Im sorry you got shot, she volunteered finally.
Nobody had ever said that to Nina at the hospital or afterward. Her brother, Matt, had been furious with her for taking the murder case in the first place. Her son, Bob, had been inarticulate with shock. She had been given flowers, kudos for catching a killer, but not a lot of sympathy. In fact, looking back, there had been a tinge of you asked for it in the reactions of the courtroom personnel. You take murder cases, you take your chances, was the attitude.
Nina realized that she still felt resentful about that, but even as the realization came, the resentment was going away, in waves accompanying the long strokes of Chelsis hands.
So it was true, you did hold emotions in your muscles.
Chelsi was as healing in her speech as in her hands. She was working Ninas jaw hinges again. Whenever you start to feel tense, yawn. Do you like what you do?
When I win. When I do good work.
They lapsed back into silence for some time while Ninas shoulders and biceps got a final workout, Chelsi leaning over Nina from above like an angel of mercy.
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