card. Did you string him along?â
âOf course, babe.â
âWhat did Mr. Emerson want?â
âJust that you return his call immediately: 555-8330. You got that? Emphasis on fast, as in right now. Hell, Iâm scared to keep you on the line.â
âMight as well.â Iâd been fired. I had no further interest in the Avon Hill School and their precious alumnae. Thatâs what half of me was thinking. The other half was busily refusing to accept what Mooney had said, what Mayhew hadnât denied. I wanted to hang on to this case, hang on to Thea.
Thea Janis, murdered, all her promise laid to rest.
âHeard from Sam?â Gloria asked, way too casually.
My antennae tingled. Gloria has a deep-seated interest in keeping Sam and me together. I donât know why, but in the depths of her fantasies, Sam and I are Gloriaâs dream couple. Maybe itâs because she introduced us, watched as we made the too-quick transition from boss and worker to friends and finally lovers, enjoyed each step vicariously. We couldnât be more different, Sam and I, more ill-matched. Mix one former cop with the son of a family of robbers: Itâs no recipe for bliss.
âPostcard or two,â I said tersely.
âHoney, I been meaning to say this for some timeââ
Whenever someone says that to you, take my advice, hang up.
Gloria said, âWhy the hell donât you drop that shrink? You think you need some kinda analysis, go ahead and pay for it. That manâs no good for you.â
âGloria, what makes you think you know whatâs good for me?â
âIf Sam was good for you, that headshrinker canât be. No way.â
âIâll tell you a secret, Gloria.â
âYeah.â
âSam wasnât that good.â
âCome on.â
âGloria, letâs change the subject and stay friends.â
âYou ainât gonna marry that doc?â
âMarry? Gloria, I tried it once, Iâm not going to try it again. If I ever send you a wedding invitation, call Mooney and have him lock me up. I mean it.â
Her laugh was a gigantic musical bubble. I gave it the raspberry.
She said, âPaolina call you?â
âNo.â
âShe called me. From a pay phone in town. Paid with her own money.â There was immense satisfaction in her voice. For a corresponding moment, I felt deserted and jealous. Why hadnât my little sister phoned me?
âThat gal is such a sweetie, wanted to know how I was doinâ and all. Maybe being alone up at that camp made her understand a little bit what I been feeling since Marvin died. Sheâs one darlinâ child.â
I said, âDo you think sheâs lonely? Is she making any friends?â
I could almost see Gloria shrug her enormous shoulders. She can move her torso. The auto accident that left her paralyzed at nineteen did its damage from the waist down.
âDid she want anything?â I asked.
âJust asked if she could send me some candy.â
âLook, Gloria, are you busy?â
âWhy?â
âI need information on Paolinaâs biological father. Do you have access to phones?â
âIâm dispatching for ITOA.â
âI wouldnât want to get the indies in trouble,â I said. ITOA is the Independent Taxi Owners Association.
âWhat kind of trouble?â
âThe guy with the goods is a nasty Florida drug lawyer. Number one: Iâm sure heâs got caller ID, and heâs not going to respond to any calls from my line. Number two: DEAâs got his phone tapped.â
âSo you want me to dial him? Mess with the DEA? No thanks.â
âWhat I was about to say, Glory, is that the ideal situation would be to place calls from folks we donât particularly like, let the DEA get a fix on them.â
Gloria said, âI do enjoy the way your mind works.â
âIâve got a little list,â I
Ella Quinn
Kara Cooney
D. H. Cameron
Cheri Verset
Amy Efaw
Meg Harding
Antonio Hill
Kim Boykin
Sue Orr
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