used to say that if you ask a thousand questions, you always get the truth,â Kevin said. âYou just have to figure out where it is.â
âI like that,â I said.
âAnd the next time we hear it, heâs going to make believe he said it first,â Paul said.
We found the address. It was in a down-and-out neighborhood that had once been a housing project. The actual number was a church on a side street. On the entrance to the basement, there was a fancy sign that read GREENVILLE SERVICES .
âCan I help you?â A middle-aged Hispanic man looked up from his newspaper.
Paul flashed his badge and said that he would like to ask a few questions.
âBy all means,â the man answered.
âWhatâs the deal on this agency?â Paul asked, coming directly to the point.
âHave a seat,â came the answer. âMy name is Hernandes, and my aunt and I basically run the agency. There are a lot of people in this community from Mexico, Central America, and the Caribbean. You have to know this, of course. There was a police investigation a few years ago, if I remember correctly. Do you want coffee?â
I said no the same time that Paul said yes. Then he said no the same time that I said yes.
Mr. Hernandes pointed to a coffeepot and started making coffee as he spoke. His English was better than mine.
âWe had the same concerns as the police,â he said. âWere the people being exploited? Were they being abused? So we started this agency.â
âAnd named it Greenville,â Paul said.
âNot really. There was a pawn shop down the street that closed and left the sign behind. It looked good, so . . . â
âWeâre really interested in one particular worker who came through this agency,â I said. âA woman named Dolores . . . Dolores . . .â
I realized I didnât have her last name and looked toward Kevin. The kid shrugged and I was feeling stupid.
âWhere does she work?â
âFor the McNamaras,â Kevin said.
âOh, Dolores Ponce.â Mr. Hernandes shook his head affirmatively. âSheâs been working with the agency for over four years. Maybe longer than that. You want to see her pay record?â
âYes,â I said.
A dark, middle-aged woman came in, and Mr. Hernandes said something to her in Spanish. She went to the coffeepot, looking over her shoulder at me and Paul as Hernandes went to a bookcase and took out a set of black-and-white composition books.
Sitting at the desk, he looked through the books until he found an index tab that he wanted and then pushed the book across to me.
âThis is her pay record,â he announced. âShe makes three hundred sixty per week, and we make sure that she gets it.â
âAnd what do you get paid for her services?â Paul asked.
âThe agency gets four hundred dollars a week from Mr. McNamara,â Hernandes answered. âSo you see we get just ten percent. This is a community service, not a rip-off.â
âAnd if I speak to Dolores, sheâll verify this?â I asked.
âAbsolutely.â
âCan I take this book with me?â Paul asked.
âItâs our only copy,â Mr. Hernandes said. âAnd if another policeman comes, we need to have a record. But you can take it next door to the drugstore. For ten cents a page, theyâll make copies.â
Officially, we werenât investigating Greenville and we didnât have a search warrant. Hernandes seemed on the up and-up, but I wasnât sure. The record keeping wasnât first-rate, but it didnât jump out at me as being criminal, either. Some entries were in pen and some in pencil. Not very professional.
âAre you giving us your word that these records are accurate?â I asked Hernandes as Paul pored over the entries in the book.
He ducked his head slightly and shrugged. âI think they are,â he said. âWeâre not here
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