Either Kyle was lucky or his mojo had bowled over the headwaiter, because he and Deborah were waiting outside at one of these tables working on a bottle of mineral water and a plate of what appeared to be crab cakes. I grabbed one and took a bite as I slid into a chair facing Kyle.

Yummy, I said. This must be where good crabs go when they die.

Debbie says you have something for us, Kyle said. I looked at my sister, who had always been Deborah or Debs but certainly never Debbie. She said nothing, however, and appeared willing to let this egregious liberty go by, so I turned my attention back to Kyle. He was wearing the designer sunglasses again, and his ridiculous pinkie ring sparkled as he brushed the hair carelessly back from his forehead.

I hope I have something, I said. But I do want to be careful not to get flushed.

Kyle looked at me for a long moment, then he shook his head and a reluctant smile moved his mouth perhaps a quarter of an inch upward. All right, he said. Busted. But you’d be surprised how often that kind of line really works.

I’m sure I’d be flabbergasted, I said. I passed him the printout from my computer. While I catch my breath, you might want to look at this.

Kyle frowned and unfolded the paper. What’s this?

Deborah leaned forward, looking like the eager young police hound she was. You found something! I knew you would, she said.

It’s just two addresses, said Kyle.

One of them may very well be the hiding place of a certain unorthodox medical practitioner with a Central American past, I said, and I told him how I found the addresses. To his credit, he looked impressed, even with the sunglasses on.

I should have thought of this, he said. That’s very good. He nodded and flicked the paper with a finger. Follow the money. Works every time.

Of course I can’t be positive, I said.

Well, I’d bet on it, he said. I think you found Dr. Danco.

I looked at Deborah. She shook her head, so I looked back at Kyle’s sunglasses. Interesting name. Is it Polish?

Chutsky cleared his throat and looked out over the water. Before your time, I guess. There was a commercial back then. Danco presents the autoveggie. It slices, it dices— He swiveled his dark lenses back to me. That’s what we called him. Dr. Danco. He made chopped-up vegetables. It’s the kind of joke you like when you’re far from home and seeing terrible things, he said.

But now we’re seeing them close to home, I said. Why is he here?

Long story, Kyle said.

That means he doesn’t want to tell you, Deborah said.