your level of invention was up to par. When are you talking to Elizabeth Drewer?â Trust Rita to get back to business.
âTomorrow morning.â
âGood. Who else are you seeing?â
âGuy named Hatfield. Heâs the chairman for the group Melissa was involved with. Sanctuary. And Melissaâs parents, if I can get in touch with them. They havenât returned my calls.â
âYouâre still planning to fly back tomorrow night?â
âUnless something turns up.â
âBut right now your feeling is that Melissa disappeared somewhere along the Underground Railroad.â
âYeah. Thatâs the impression I get, talking to Carpenter and Arthur. She didnât want Alonzo anywhere near her daughter, and that mayâve looked like the only way out.â
âThere is another possibility.â
With Rita, there usually was. âAnd whatâs that?â
âWeâre assuming that sheâs running from Roy Alonzo. But she was down in El Salvador just before she disappeared. Itâs still a politically volatile country. Perhaps something happened to her down there. And perhaps thatâs what sheâs running from. You said that Arthur was surprised when she disappeared without contacting him. If youâre right, and Melissa had already discussed the Railroad with him, why wouldnât she talk to him before she used it?â
âI donât know.â
âAnd why did she return early from El Salvador?â
âBeats me.â
âDidnât you say that Carpenter had received a card from some Salvadoran town?â
âSanta Isabel.â
âSanta Isabel. Iâll look into it.â
âOn the database?â
âYes.â
âWell,â I said. âGood luck.â I didnât put much conviction into the words. I didnât think Rita would learn anything important, no matter how well she maneuvered through her databases. Or perhaps I didnât want her to.
âThank you,â she said. She didnât put much conviction in her words, either. âIâll see you on Thursday. Give my regards to Ed.â
I wanted to ask her why she hadnât told me about her being an internationally famous computer wizard. I wanted to ask her if she was planning to leave the agency and set up a business of her own.
I didnât. I said, âI will,â and I said, âGoodbye,â and I hung up.
I never got a chance to give Ritaâs regards to Ed Norman. He never showed. I waited twenty minutes in the bar downstairs, trying not to listen to people at nearby tables as they talked expansively about packages and product and Julia and Warren. I sipped at my Jack Danielâs and wondered how many of these deals were real and how many were sheer fantasy. In a town built upon fantasy, it was probably impossible to say. I doubted whether any of these tanned stalwarts in Armani jackets actually knew for certain themselves.
Also, I spent some time pouting. Was Rita going to leave the agency? After all the time weâd spent together? After all that weâd meant to each other? Or after all, at any rate, that sheâd meant to me?
I knew, a part of me knew, that Ritaâs leaving was unlikely. Probably unlikely. Not terribly likely. But the possibility did exist, and self-pity will burn whatever fuel is available. I was working myself into a pretty good brood when someone, a woman, said, âMr. Croft?â
I looked up, and then I stood up. For a moment I didnât recognize her. Dark-haired, blue-eyed, stunning, she wore a short red dress as tight and shiny as the peel of an apple.
âBonnie Nostromo,â she said, smiling. âWe met today at Edâs office.â
âOf course. Good to see you. Have a seat.â
Holding a small red purse in her left hand, she lowered herself into the chair opposite me with an efficient, liquid graceâno small feat, considering the dress she
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