LaGuardia Place,â she said. âThis wonât take long.â
âAnd who are you?â I said to the woman. âAre you a friend of Julieâs?â
She just smiled at me.
When we got to LaGuardia and Bleecker, also known as the corner of Walk and Donât Walk because there used to be a tavern by that name on this corner, the green-haired woman said, âCross over to that lot.â
She was pointing to a little parking area in front of a strip of shops. There was a black car parked there.
We crossed and she said, âGet in the car.â
A voice in my head said, âNever get into cars with strangers.â But I hesitated only for a moment because this was just so Julie-esque.
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T HE CAR DOOR OPENED, and I slid into the back seat. In the shadowy car, there were three more women in green wigs and Groucho-nose glasses. The woman who had walked me over slid in behind me. The car was heavy with the smell of Shalimar.
The woman to my left, apparently the head woman, said, âKathy is fine.â
âThanks for letting me know. I was a bit worried. Iâm very anxious to find her.â
âGood,â the woman said. She turned to the bewigged woman in the front and said, âLetâs get out of here.â
The car pulled out into the street. About three feet later it stopped. Traffic was really bad.
âDid Julie dream up those outfits, or did you?â I said.
âJulie?â she said, with an odd, perplexed note in her voice. âNo, I did.â
Yeah, I should have guessed that. Their costumes were strictly off the rack, cheap polymer wigs and the kind of nose glasses you can buy in any convenience store in New York on Halloween. If Julie had done the costumes, she would have made them bearded ladies or Jehovahâs Witnesses. If Julie had done them as Groucho, who is one of my personal heroes, they would look like authentic, quality Grouchos. Or she would have made each of them a different Marx brother, and put them in dresses, made them the Marx Sisters. She had imagination.
âAre you actors she hired, or friends of Julieâs?â I asked.
The head woman looked at me coldly. âActors,â she fairly snapped at me.
Touchy, jeez. Itâs so easy to offend some people.
âSorry, I didnât mean to block the action or ruin the fun or whatever,â I said. âAre you going to give me a clue?â
The car drove forward again, stopping after a block.
âYeah, weâve got a clue for you,â the woman to my left said. âThis is the skill-testing question: When did you last speak to Julie Goomey?â
She lit a cigarette and exhaled in my direction.
Her accent was hard to place. I couldnât tell if she normally had an upper-class accent and was affecting the borough accent or vice versa, if she was trying to do either Marisa Tomei in My Cousin Vinnie or Bette Davis in All About Eve .
âNineteen seventy-nine,â I said.
âWhat did the last clue say?â
âWait for contact.â
âContact. Uh-huh,â she said, and dragged on her cigarette. âThe clue is to go to the next place, and donât quit until you find Granny.â
âGranny!â I laughed in spite of myself. âThen youâre going to load up the truck and head to Beverleee? Look, youâre probably a great actress and youâd rather be doing Uncle Vanya than this. But, you see, Iâm tired. If you know where Iâm supposed to go next, please tell me.â
There was silence, then she said, âWe donât know where youâre supposed to go next. Weâre just here to keep an eye on you.â
âAll right. So, when I find Granny â¦â
âYou just bring her to us, and weâll look after the rest,â she said, sounding kind of pissed. âYou have until dawn. I have your cell-phone number, Iâll be calling you, and weâll be watching you.â
âDid you
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