shouldâve been more clear. I didnât actually speak to him. Jerry called from work, and when I hung up I found out Nesto had left a message because the line was busy.â
I let out a plume of smoke in a weary sigh. It was getting to be possible to hear from everyone in the civilized world without ever establishing direct contact. Iâd had to call twice before she answered; sheâd been on the line with Gerald, her husband. âAre you sure it was Nesto?â
âI know my brotherâs voice. He started to leave a message, then changed his mind.â
âMaybe he was interrupted.â
âI donât think so. I heard background noises for a couple of seconds, then he hung up. He mustâve been trying to make up his mind whether to say anything more.â
âWhat kind of noises?â
âIâm not sure. A train, I think; I heard that horn that sounds like a train whistle. Some other things.â
âWhat other things?â
âNoises. Nothing human. Iâm sorry I canât be of more help.â
âYou didnât erase it?â
âIâm not a fool.â
âI didnât say you were. Donât take everything as an insult. Did you tell Jerry whatâs going on?â
âI didnât get the chance. He said heâd be working late; some kind of emergency at the bus office. He was in a hurry, so I didnât think it was theââ
âCan you hang around until I get there?â
âOf course. I havenât budged from the house since I found out heâd skipped school. I have a cell, butââ
âI donât trust them either. Iâll see you in twenty minutes.â
It was a little longer than that. I slid over to make room for an EMS unit with all its equipment going and got hung up on I-96 behind a procession of gawkers crawling past an overturned semi. After that, more construction. At the end of the ramp I ignored the NO TURN ON RIGHT sign. Right away I passed two squad cars stopped in a Park-and-Ride, but the drivers were too busy talking to each other to notice. I took advantage of the situation to pour on the coal. In the driveway I was out of the car in time to eat my own dust drifting from my rear wheels.
I donât know what the hurry was, except there was a tag out on Nesto; cops are people and I donât entirely trust every gun to stay in its holster when a citizen fails to heed the voice of authority.
She led me into the living room with Jesus wearing His thorn hat. Today she had on a thin pale blue sweater and a pair of pleated slacks, loafers on her feet. I hoped, with no agenda connected, that she wouldnât fall for the fitness craze and lose those extra pounds. There is a narrow line between thin and haggard. The message was on voice mail. I stood in the center of the carpet and held a slim cordless receiver to my ear while she worked the buttons.
There was a little hissing silence before he said, âHello,â then the receiver on his end made fumbling noises. It was an adolescent voice, shallow and uncertain. I heard the asthmatic whistle of the Amtrak and a growling that sounded like the lion house at the Detroit Zoo when the keepers were twenty minutes behind feeding time. It wasnât the zoo; the trains donât pass that close.
I had her play it again, then once more while I separated all the ambient noises. They have computers to do that at l300, but you can become too dependent on technology if you have constant access to it. That made me the most independent detective in the 3l3 area code.
âThe Michigan Central Depot.â I replaced the receiver in its cradle.
âWhat makes you so certain?â
âThey donât stop there anymore, but the tracks are still there and the trains have to use them. They blow the horn out of respect. It could be a crossing, but that roaring sound cinches it. Thereâs a parking garage across the street;
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