“At Silver’s Gym. I got her into it…working out.” McKay turned his attention to Grace. “You wouldn’t recognize her, Grace. She’s about a third her former weight. She looks terrific. And her confidence is amazing.”

“You don’t say. She was such a mouse.”

“Not anymore.”

Marge cleared her throat. Leek and Grace stopped talking. “This Tandy,” Marge said. “She lifts weights?”

“Not weight lifting, bodybuilding.” McKay looked at his feet. “Why are you looking for Tandy?”

“Why do you ask?” Marge said. “Are you planning to call her up after I leave?”

Again McKay blanched. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“She was friends with Marie,” Marge said. “We’re looking for Marie.”

McKay said nothing.

“Did you know she was friends with Marie, Leek?”

“Sure.”

“Were they good friends?”

McKay rubbed his hands together, then turned his head. “That’s the phone. I really need to go back to the desk. People call and can’t get through, they start worrying about their aged parents. You know how it is.”

“Go answer the phone,” Marge said.

Grace said, “Do you still need Tandy’s file, Detective?”

“Yes, I’d like to see it.”

“I’ll go through all the folders. It will take me a few days, but I’ll do it. If it’s here, I’ll find it.”

Marge gave her a business card. “If you find the file, give me a call.”

“I certainly will.” Again Grace shook her head. “I don’t know how that happened.”

Marge said good-bye, leaving Grace alone to admonish herself for her carelessness, and went back to the front desk. Leek was on the phone and seemed to be doing home business, not sneaking in a phone call to Tandy. After he hung up, he faced Marge.

“Okay, so what do you want from me?”

“Why’d you turn white when I mentioned Tandy?”

McKay dropped his head in his hands. “It’s sort of embarrassing….”

Marge said, “Tandy had a schoolgirl crush on you.”

“So you know.” McKay grimaced. “Not that Tandy wasn’t a nice kid, but she wasn’t exactly my type.”

Marge took out her notepad. “She was fat.”

“Not that I have anything against fat people, but…”

“But you do.”

“Yeah, okay, so I’m a confessed narcissist. I’m into my body, and I can’t stand to see anyone let themselves go to seed. There’s simply no excuse for it.”

Marge’s expression was deadpan.

“All right, all right. So not everyone is as disciplined as me. I can’t help it, okay? Just the way I am.”

“All right. I won’t be judgmental. Tell me about Tandy and bodybuilding.”