object; the bug had been placed behind the Cohen poster.
âDid you find something?â Avery Klemmer asked.
âMm-hmm,â I uttered, pulling the bug off the backing and carefully stepping through the mess on the floor to the bathroom, which had also been ransacked. Hair stuff and a few pill bottles were strewn around the counter, including one for birth control pills.
The bare-chested guy in the photo was a lucky dude, and had I known who he was, Iâd contact him immediately to see if he had any insight into Louieâs disappearance. As for the bug, I didnât bother putting this one in the toilet tank. I simply flushed it down the stool.
Except for the fact that the place was trashed, this had the same M.O. as my break-in, which meant the burglar had probably picked the front lock to gain entry, and while I had no proof that it had been the same person who had broken into my office, it argued so. Whatâs more, the fact that my place was left neatâneater than it had been before, in factâwhile Louieâs place was a mess, argued that the burglar knew she wouldnât be coming back. Like maybe the burglar was the one responsible for her disappearance.
Not so fast, kid , Bogart chimed in. Something doesnât add up.
âWhat?â I asked aloud.
âWhat?â Avery responded.
âOh, I was just thinking out loud. I do that sometimes.â
âYeah, the people in my games do that, too.â
Swell. I was about to phrase my confusion over Bogieâs comment in the form of a mental question when it finally hit me. If the burglar knew Louie was not going to be coming back, why did he bother to plant a bug? Unless the bug had been planted some time earlier, but had yielded no information, so whoever is listening was forced to go to the next level, breaking in and turning the apartment overâ¦and possibly taking Louie.
âDo you know who this is?â Avery was asking, as he stared at the photo of Louie and Mr. America.
âJoe Six-Pack Abs? No, I have no idea. You live here, have you ever seen him?â
âNo, but I hate him. He probably hates me, too.â
âIf he knew you existed, he might,â I said before I could stop myself, and immediately the voice of Sabuâsaid: You must not damage your Karma, master . Iâll try to remember that, Sabu. Iâll try to be nicer to those few individuals in the world who are worse off than me. But what do you care anyway? You were Muslim, not Hindu. You didnât know from Karma. Still, the Elephant Boy had a point.
As I moved toward the bedroom, the door of which was hanging open, Avery said: âYouâre not going to search her bedroom, are you?â
âThere might be evidence in there.â
âBut thatâs an invasion of privacy. I mean, itâs her bedroom. You canât just go in and search it.â
âIâll leave a chocolate on the pillow when Iâm done. Thatâll make it all better.â
Not bad, kid , Bogie said in my head.
Switching on the bedroom lights I saw an even bigger, more concentrated mess than existed in the living room. Every bit of clothing from the closet and dresser must have been pulled out and tossed into a variety of piles. Kneeling, I peered under the bed, but found nothing. Iâm not sure what Iâd been expecting to find, but it was the cleanest under-bed space Iâd ever seen. There werenât even any shoes.
If there was some indication as to the disappearance of Louie Sandoval in this room, I wasnât getting the message.
Message .
That had been my own voice inside my head, clueing me into what a dope I was being. Message. I had called Louie several times and left a message on her phone machine, which had to be here somewhere.
Going back out to the living room, I began searching again.
âWhat are you looking for now?â Avery asked.
âA telephone with a phone answering machine. I left messages