fluid, or kerosene, though.â
Shawn pushed one hand through his sandy hairand sighed. âItâs pretty mysterious, all right. Another attack from the phantom restaurant wrecker.â
âIt sure sounds that way,â Nancy agreed.
Shawn ran his finger along a countertop. It came up black with soot. âWhat a day this has been,â he said despondently, wiping his hand on a napkin. âI was counting on two things to make this place a success. One of them was good reviews. Then the biggest reviewer around, Harold Brackett, gets a mouthful of hot wasabi for lunch.â
âHe said heâd be back,â Nancy reminded Shawn. âWhat else were you counting on?â
Shawn sighed. âThe Dragonâs Eye Ruby.â
âThe what?â Nancy asked.
Shawn pulled out a chair and sat down. âDonât you remember that monster ruby Gary Powell gave Stella Davis the third time they remarried?â
âI donât usually follow all that celebrity stuff,â Nancy said, shaking her head.
âWell, this ruby is the granddaddy of all rubies,â Shawn told her. âItâs worth a fortune. When the couple divorced again, they sold the ruby. It was bought by Felice Wainwright.â
âReally?â Nancy said, impressed. Sheâd never met Felice Wainwright, but she knew of her. Her aristocratic face and sleek blond hair frequently appeared in the society pages of the River Heights papers. She was one of the areaâs wealthiest women and lived in a Victorian mansion not far from the Arizona House.
âSo how does the ruby fit into your plans?â Nancy asked.
âWell,â Shawn replied, âit seems that Mrs. Wain-wright has decided to auction off the ruby in order to fund some of her pet charities. Jewelers and anyone else interested in purchasing the ruby will be flying in from all over the country to attend the auctionâalong with the big preauction dinner Mrs. Wainwright is throwing this Saturday.â
âAnd the dinner is being held here,â Nancy supplied excitedly. âHow wonderful for you.â
Shawn sighed. âYes, it could put the Arizona House on the map. But Iâll be ruined if itâs a disaster. And if things keep going the way they have, it will be a disaster. If Mrs. Wainwright gets wind of things, she might cancel the dinner, and that alone could drive me out of business. Iâve already ordered pounds of lobsters and cases of the finest champagne on credit, counting on the money from this dinner to pay the bill.â
âI just read something about Felice Wainwright,â Nancy said slowly, trying to remember what it was. âDidnât someone trip her alarm the other night?â
âI read that, too,â Shawn said, nodding. âThe intruder didnât get anything, and no one was caught. Maybe it was just a malfunction in the alarm. Rumor has it that Mrs. Wainwright had a super high-tech security system installed at her home just to protect the ruby.â
Bess suddenly reappeared and joined Shawn andNancy. âEverybodyâs been called,â she told Shawn. âIs it okay if Nancy and I leave?â
âSure,â he said. âSee you ladies tomorrow. I have to go upstairs and make a few phone calls. I need to contact a professional clean-up crew right away. Itâll be nearly impossible to get the smoke smell out of the restaurant.â Shawn headed to the front hallway, where a stairway led to his office upstairs.
Bess turned to Nancy. âCan I get a lift from you?â she asked. âThat way I wonât have to bug Mom to come pick me up.â
âSure,â Nancy said, wincing suddenly as she swallowed. âDid that smoke make your throat sore? Mine is killing me.â
âMine, too,â Bess agreed as they walked toward the front door.
The girls were just about to leave when Bess stopped short. âOh, I almost forgot the best part of this