about meeting her friend.â
âBut she doesnât answer her cell,â Ruby reminded her.
âYes, thereâs that.â Sheila glanced at me. âYou donât happen to have the younger sisterâs cell phone number, do you?â
âNo, but Brian does,â I replied promptly. âIâll get it.â
I reached in my pocket for my phone as Sheila said to Ruby, âUnder the circumstances, weâll make this a priority. Call Kitt back andââ She stopped. âNo. Give me her number, Ruby, and Iâll call her myself. If sheâll come down to the station, we can get the information into the system faster.â
I had turned off my phone while we were having lunch, and when I turned it on, I saw that there were a couple of missed calls from McQuaid. But I had to talk to Brian first. We had hired him to paint our house this summerâa big job, since the house itself is big: a two-story, five-bedroom Victorian with a turret and a porch that wraps around three sides. For the past month, Brian has been working on it steadily, with a little help from Caitie on the trim around the windows. (We solved two problems at the same time, as it turned out. While heâs painting, heâs also keeping an eye on Caitlin.)
It was several rings before Brian picked up, and I pictured him on a ladder, a paintbrush in one hand. âI need Jakeâs cell number,â I said, reaching over the counter for a pencil and a scrap of paper.
âHang on a sec,â he said. âIâve got it on my speed dial, and I never remember it.â A moment later, he read it off to me and I wrote it down. âHow come youâre asking, Mom? Is there a problem?â
I didnât want to spook him. âNot really,â I said in an offhand tone. âRuby is looking for Gretchen, and I thought Jake might know where she is.â I paused. âYou havenât seen her, have you? Gretchen, I mean.â
âAre you kidding?â He laughed. âThe only thing Iâve seen is the business end of this paintbrush. Oh, and Dad called. He was trying to get in touch with you. He said he left a couple of messages on your phone.â
âI had it turned off. Anything urgent?â
âNope. He just wanted to tell you that he has to go to Austin this afternoonâsome research heâs doing for Mr. Lipman. He probably wonât make it home in time for supper. He said heâd pick something up for himself and we should just go ahead.â
âOkay,â I said. âIn that case, how about if I stop at Ginoâs and get a pizza?â Ginoâs Italian Pizza Kitchen served up Pecan Springsâ very first pizza in the late 1950s, at a time when most folks around here had never tasted one. Texans tend to go for burgers or fried chicken, and pizza was slow to catch on with the townies. But the kids at CTSUâwhich was a small teachersâ college back thenâloved it. They made Ginoâs an enduring success. Gino Senior is gone now, but Gino Junior carries on, and his pizza is still the best in town.
âGreat by me,â Brian replied enthusiastically. âBring home a super-size and Iâll ask Jake to come over.â
âIâll ask her myself,â I replied, thanked him, and clicked the connection off. âIâve got Jakeâs cell number,â I said to Sheila. âHow about if I call her?â
âPlease,â Sheila said. âYou know her.â
But a call to Jake didnât net us any information. She had last seen Gretchen at breakfast and didnât expect her home until late evening. I didnât want to alarm her, so I didnât say why I was asking.
âShe left at nine to meet Kitt at the media lab,â she added. âTheyâre working on the rough cut today. Here, let me give you Gretchenâs cell number.â
I took it down. âWeâre having pizza tonight,â I said.
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