donât because theyâve discovered theyâre better off without them. But I wasnât being paid to say those things to Wilcox. I was just being paid to find his wife.
âIâll do the best I can,â I told him.
Wilcox looked around the store. âYouâre going to be working on this full-time, arenât you?â
âYes. My associate will be taking over my retail duties.â Associate indeed. Good thing he couldnât see Manuel.
âWhy six months?â he continued. âThis is a simple job.â
âThen you do it.â
âYouâre right. Youâre right. Iâm sorry. I apologize.â He took off his hat and unbuttoned his jacket. âSince Janetâs gone, I havenât been sleeping well. Iâm just worried that sheâs done something stupid.â
âI know you are. Iâll try and wrap this up fastâmostly cases like this are fairly simpleâbut I canât promise anything until I see what I have.â
That seemed to satisfy him because he said, âIâll call you first thing tomorrow morning for an update,â as he wiped his brow with the back of his forearm.
âBy all means.â I gave him a big, insincere smile. âI look forward to it.â
I began to understand why Paul had given me this job.
After Wilcox left, I made myself a large pot of French roast and drank it down while I went through the papers Wilcox had given me. On a first, casual pass, none of it yielded much in the way of information, but I pulled the phone bills out to take a more detailed look at them. Then I called Paul and asked him to run a check on Janet Wilcoxâs license and credit cards and see what turned up.
âSure, I can do that for you,â he told me. âSo what did you do last night?â
âNothing,â I lied. I wasnât talking about George with him. âI went to bed early. What can you tell me about Wilcox?â
âGood old Walter?â I heard a creak as Paul turned his chair around. âNot too much to tell.â
âHeâs a friend of yours? You didnât tell me that.â
âMore of an acquaintance really.â
We chatted for a few more minutes, and then I hung up and phoned the psychologist Janet had been seeing. He must not have been very busy because he picked up on the second ring.
He had one of those professionally soothing voices. I wondered if thereâs a required class psychologists have to take to get that toneâCalming Voice 101.
I told him I was having anxiety attacks because I didnât think heâd talk to me if I told him the real reason I was coming to see him. As luck would have it, he happened to have a cancellation at five that afternoon. I told him Iâd see him then and hung up.
I spent the next hour cleaning out the fish tanks and fending off my creditors, smoking cigarettes, and trying not to think about George.
Chapter Nine
I was lighting my fourth cigarette of the hour when the kid from the house on Fayette Street walked through the door and started toward me.
âI thought you were in jail,â I said as I reached for the phone.
âI got bailed out.â
âStay where you are,â I warned, âor Iâm phoning the police.â
âYou got no call to do that.â And he threw a crumpled-up piece of newspaper on the counter.
I smoothed it out with my right hand while I kept hold of the phone with my left. Down at the bottom of the page was a three-line item mentioning the incident. Although it didnât give his name because he was underage, it mentioned Robin Light, proprietor of Noahâs Ark, as the complainant. Wonderful.
âYou her?â the kid said.
âNo. Iâm the Queen of Sheba. Iâm just filling in here. What do you want?â
I shoved the paper back toward him. Now that he was closer, I could see he was wearing a threadbare jacket and sneakers. Little hairs were
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