“Dad just texted his parents again.”
“He does that a lot.”
“Probably telling them about the press conference.”
“’Hey, mom. I’m gonna be on TV!’”
Owl nodded and started the car.
Chap. 53
It was lunchtime. And Owl and Raccoon knew a sandwich shop where the night patrolmen liked to go. High and tight tables. Italian sandwiches and chips. They had just sat down when Owl’s phone rang again. It was Mateo this time.
“Mateo, what do you have?”
“David Grey just got another call. New number. Short conversation. Grey just cut him off. Said, ‘I can’t talk right now. Things have changed.’”
“Interesting. Did you run down the number?”
“Main line of a business. David A. Davidson, attorney -at-law .”
“Attorney?”
“He’s a divorce attorney , Owl .”
“Huh. Well, what do you know?”
Chap. 54
To get to the offices of David A. Davidson, Owl and Raccoon had to go just past Black Door Advertising. Raccoon pointed at the turnoff to the building as they drove past.
Chap. 55
“How do you know David Grey?”
David A. Davidson wasn’t sure what to do or say. He mashed his hands together, put them in his pockets, put them on his desk. He looked out the window and then from Owl to Raccoon and back.
“I talked to him once.”
“In what capacity?”
Silence. Drumming fingers on a chair arm.
“When you say you talked to him once, a bout what? What did you talk about? ”
Davidson chewed his lip, looked at his desk, the glass desktop protector spreading out over the dark wood.
Owl pushed, “About football? About girls?”
“ Oh, I got it,” Raccoon interrupted . “About Monica Peterson . About how hot she is. You sat down and talked about how hot Monica Peterson is.”
The name got no reaction. D avidson only said, “I’m not sure I’ m supposed to answer these questions?” And that itself was a question, as if Owl and Raccoon were his lawyers and they’d advise of him of his rights.
“Sure you are,” Raccoon said. “You and David are buddies, right? You were talking about fishing or something.”
“No,” Davidson said.
“So he was a client, then.”
“I can’t talk to you about clients.”
“You just did. You told us he was your client.”
“I didn’t.”
“Sure you did.”
Again with the silent treatment. Davidson staring at a pen on his desk.
Owl looked at Raccoon and Raccoon shrugged.
Go for it.
Owl leaned across and almost whispered, “Mr. Davidson, David and Daphne Grey’s daughter has been murdered. We need your help.”
Davidson’s eyes flew up from his desk, but only for a minute. Finally he said, “I don’t think I can.”
Raccoon raised a fist , towering over the room, the desk, everything. “ You won’t help us find out who murdered a baby ?”
Davidson said, “Because I don’t know anything. He called my office once. We talked on the phone about, you know.”
“About what?”
“Divorce. About divorce. Then he had me set up an appointment for them. They never showed.”
“Them?”
Davidson shrugged.
“David and Daphne ? Together?”
“Yes. I guess. The appointment was made for both of them. I never talked to her.”
“When?”
“Oh, two weeks ago. I don’t know anything.”
Chap. 56
Owl started the car.
“ Monica ?” Raccoon said.
Owl nodded. “Downtown this time. I’ll call it in, have a patrolman pick her up. We’ll see how she feels after a ride in the cage.”
Chap. 57
This time Raccoon sat in the interview room. With Monica . And in another world, a world where the most important person in Raccoon’s life wasn’t always the one who was missing, they were kissing.
Monica was wearing the long black skirt and the tank top with flowers on the shoulder that she was wearing when the patrol car had showed up at Black Door A dvertising. She looked so good.
For a second, they were just a tall girl and a taller boy, a boy trying to say the right things,
“He does that a lot.”
“Probably telling them about the press conference.”
“’Hey, mom. I’m gonna be on TV!’”
Owl nodded and started the car.
Chap. 53
It was lunchtime. And Owl and Raccoon knew a sandwich shop where the night patrolmen liked to go. High and tight tables. Italian sandwiches and chips. They had just sat down when Owl’s phone rang again. It was Mateo this time.
“Mateo, what do you have?”
“David Grey just got another call. New number. Short conversation. Grey just cut him off. Said, ‘I can’t talk right now. Things have changed.’”
“Interesting. Did you run down the number?”
“Main line of a business. David A. Davidson, attorney -at-law .”
“Attorney?”
“He’s a divorce attorney , Owl .”
“Huh. Well, what do you know?”
Chap. 54
To get to the offices of David A. Davidson, Owl and Raccoon had to go just past Black Door Advertising. Raccoon pointed at the turnoff to the building as they drove past.
Chap. 55
“How do you know David Grey?”
David A. Davidson wasn’t sure what to do or say. He mashed his hands together, put them in his pockets, put them on his desk. He looked out the window and then from Owl to Raccoon and back.
“I talked to him once.”
“In what capacity?”
Silence. Drumming fingers on a chair arm.
“When you say you talked to him once, a bout what? What did you talk about? ”
Davidson chewed his lip, looked at his desk, the glass desktop protector spreading out over the dark wood.
Owl pushed, “About football? About girls?”
“ Oh, I got it,” Raccoon interrupted . “About Monica Peterson . About how hot she is. You sat down and talked about how hot Monica Peterson is.”
The name got no reaction. D avidson only said, “I’m not sure I’ m supposed to answer these questions?” And that itself was a question, as if Owl and Raccoon were his lawyers and they’d advise of him of his rights.
“Sure you are,” Raccoon said. “You and David are buddies, right? You were talking about fishing or something.”
“No,” Davidson said.
“So he was a client, then.”
“I can’t talk to you about clients.”
“You just did. You told us he was your client.”
“I didn’t.”
“Sure you did.”
Again with the silent treatment. Davidson staring at a pen on his desk.
Owl looked at Raccoon and Raccoon shrugged.
Go for it.
Owl leaned across and almost whispered, “Mr. Davidson, David and Daphne Grey’s daughter has been murdered. We need your help.”
Davidson’s eyes flew up from his desk, but only for a minute. Finally he said, “I don’t think I can.”
Raccoon raised a fist , towering over the room, the desk, everything. “ You won’t help us find out who murdered a baby ?”
Davidson said, “Because I don’t know anything. He called my office once. We talked on the phone about, you know.”
“About what?”
“Divorce. About divorce. Then he had me set up an appointment for them. They never showed.”
“Them?”
Davidson shrugged.
“David and Daphne ? Together?”
“Yes. I guess. The appointment was made for both of them. I never talked to her.”
“When?”
“Oh, two weeks ago. I don’t know anything.”
Chap. 56
Owl started the car.
“ Monica ?” Raccoon said.
Owl nodded. “Downtown this time. I’ll call it in, have a patrolman pick her up. We’ll see how she feels after a ride in the cage.”
Chap. 57
This time Raccoon sat in the interview room. With Monica . And in another world, a world where the most important person in Raccoon’s life wasn’t always the one who was missing, they were kissing.
Monica was wearing the long black skirt and the tank top with flowers on the shoulder that she was wearing when the patrol car had showed up at Black Door A dvertising. She looked so good.
For a second, they were just a tall girl and a taller boy, a boy trying to say the right things,
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