Chapters (67)
- Dedication
- 1Playing the Sap—Again
- 2Fit for Life
- 3Auteur Deconstructed
- 4Long Shot
- 5Designer Beer
- 6Crossing the River
- 7A Happening Place
- 8On the Hill
- 9Red Menace
- 10What Big Teeth You Have
- 11Rabid Fans
- 12Ugly Duckling
- 13One Sober Minute
- 14It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad Scientist
- 15And Besides, the Mensch Is Dead
- 16Down by the Riverside
- 17Junkyard Dogs
- 18Those Good Old Days
- 19Dead End
- 20The Short-Tempered Arm of the Law
- 21Voices from Home
- 22Barflies
- 23Picture Perfect
- 24Trespassers W
- 25Trouble in Douglas County
- 26Patriots Care
- 27Spiritual Adviser
- 28Disappearing Act
- 29Data Swapping
- 30Visiting Brass
- 31Origin Stories
- 32Carrying the Can
- 33Picking Through the Bones
- 34Hard Words
- 35Knee-Deep in Water
- 36Casual Day in Court
- 37Twenty-Four-Karat Smile
- 38Upscale Housing
- 39Surprise, Surprise!
- 40Polar Bear
- 41You’re So Ignorant
- 42Sonia, April 1983
- 43Hazmat Site
- 44Swabbing the Decks, or Something
- 45Here for the Duration
- 46The Fighting Germs
- 47Playing with Germs
- 48Late Night at the Library
- 49Baby Blues
- 50Where Oh Where Can My Baby Be?
- 51Known Unknowns
- 52Good Country People
- 53Date Night at the Movies
- 54Now the Wench Is Dead
- 55Men in Black
- 56Snake Eyes
- 57Tang Soo
- 58Ci Sono
- 59Entertaining Visitors
- 60Fairy Tales
- 61The Sisters Grow Up
- 62There’s No Place Like Home
- Thanks
- About the Author
- Also by Sara Paretsky
- About the Publisher
“I can tell by looking at the two of you,” the woman said, picking up one of the twenties and giving me back a five along with the second. “Keep your change. We all need emotional support around here.”
I left the five on the counter and went to a corner table with my devices and my dog. Among the messages from my Chicago clients was one from Troy Hempel: he’d talked to his mother, and he’d get back to me when he could. I had seven texts from Bernie, telling me if I didn’t find August by tomorrow, she was flying down, no matter what I or her coach or her parents had to say.
I replied to my most important clients, texted the Streeter brothers to ask them to do some legwork for me, and wrote an emphatic no way, josé to Bernie. people are killing each other and leaving the bodies for rats to eat. stay away.
After that I looked up Barbara Rutledge, who’d talked to Doris McKinnon at the farmers’ market a month ago. Although there are services that search for cell-phone numbers, they’re slow and costly, so I was glad that Rutledge turned out to be old-fashioned enough to have a landline. She answered on the third ring, too, so I didn’t have to waste time trading calls.
I introduced myself and asked if I were right in thinking I’d met her the day before at Riverside Church.
“Oh, yes. The detective who got everybody so agitated. Did you call on Nell Albritten?”
“Yes. I’m sure you’ve heard she collapsed when I was with her.”
Barbara was astonished. “I didn’t know— Has she seen a doctor? What did you do?”
“I made sure she went to the ER,” I said. “She’s home again, depleted, the way one is after an episode like that, especially someone who’s in her nineties, but they say her heart is fine.”
“Why did you think I already knew?”
“Everyone in Douglas County keeps stressing to me how you all know one another,” I said. “That’s been proved true to me so many times that I’ve started to think my job here is to phone people and have them tell me what I’m doing.”
“We do all talk about one another all the time,” Barbara agreed. “Probably no different from a big city, but so many of us grew up together or have worked together for such a long time that maybe we’re in one another’s business more than you’d be in Chicago.”