said. âOperation Rescue. Citizens for Limited Taxation, Mass. Militia.â
Gloria chimed in with, âHow âbout that guy at Harvard, one wrote The Bell Curve? Book saying how blacks are generally just stupider than whites? I think the DEA ought to pay him a visit.â
âYou get his number and figure out how to make the calls from his office, you can dial Thurman W. Vandenburg ten times a day.â
âI know somebody who can work pure magic with call forwarding.â
âI knew you were the one to handle this.â
âIâll need some money for a payoff or two, but Iâll do it. Itâs a deal. What should the message be?â
âOught to be in my voice.â
For a while all I could hear was the whirr of Gloriaâs mechanized wheelchair. âI got tape spooling. Go right ahead.â
It took a few tries to get it right.
âThurman, babe,â I said, like Iâd called the shark âThurmanâ all my life. âUrgent I know CRGâs status pronto. Call C., in loco parentis.â
âGuess thatâs okay,â Gloria said doubtfully. âCanât we add some stuff about wanting that shipment of coke fast? So people get in deep shit?â
âLong as itâs not me.â
âTrust me, babe. I got contacts everywhere. Phone company practically has to ask my permission before they install a new line.â
I believed her. Gloria isnât mobile. She uses phones like weapons. Sheâs the spider at the center of a communications network that puts the Internet to shame.
I tried again. âThurman, babe, you want those twenty keys, you gotta tell C. about CRG. Pronto.â I left out the âparentisâ bit. The fewer people who had any idea that Carlos Roldan Gonzales had a kid, the better.
âHe might ignore it,â Gloria said.
âNot if he gets the call every hour,â I said. âTwenty-four hours a day.â
âHeavy annoyance,â she said.
âThatâs what I want, Gloria. Heavy annoyance.â
âYou came to the right place.â
âAnybody pisses you off, call from there.â
I gave Gloria Thurman W. Vandenburgâs private number with confidence. We share the same set of pet peeves: rich folks who resent paying for government services, Bible-thumping folks who want everybody to act the way they do, hypocrites, bedroom peepers, privacy invaders.
âMake me a copy of the tape, okay?â I said. âAny place you canât get access, Iâll turn Roz loose.â
âFun, fun, fun at the DEA this week,â Gloria said. âPaolinaâs daddy up to something?â
âI donât know,â I said. âIâd like to find out.â
Gloria said, âI plan to enjoy this.â
âAnd if I happen to find myself at a creepâs house, Iâll give Vandenburg a ring,â I said.
âYou do that, but make sure you use the exact same words as the tape, okay, so we get the DEA going.â Gloriaâs voice got soft and sweet. âYou might try calling from your shrinkâs house.â
I hung up, quickly punched the number sheâd given me.
Two rings. Pickup.
âAvon Hill School. Emerson speaking.â
âHi,â I said. âThis is the woman who visited your campus today, Carlotta Carlyle.â
âMiss Carlyle, Iâm so glad you rang back. My wife was unaware that several of our prospective students have chosen to attend otherââ
âIt doesnât matter,â I said. âI donât have any Colombian nieces who want to go to Avon Hill.â
âYouâreââ
âNot interested. Itâs okay, Mr. Emerson. I was hired to find a former student. I found her.â
âYouâre some sort of investigator?â
âPrivate sort.â
Silence. He didnât end the call. Neither did I.
âMay I ask for whom you were looking?â
Confidentiality didnât
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