Of course I did. He took the tapes while I stuffed the ball into my briefcase with my papers and Tony’s letter. I tried to curb my impatience while Jake ambled to the hall, talking about the better quality of sound you got with some of the old eight-tracks than with digital equipment. He was helping me. I didn’t need to be belligerent over a few more minutes’ delay. I could curb my pit bull personality for three more minutes.

I tried to flash a Petra-type smile of thanks, with an apology for needing to run, and tore down the stairs, running to Roscoe to flag a cab.

21 - EVER-MORE-INQUISITIVE COUSIN

21

EVER-MORE-INQUISITIVE COUSIN

WHEN I GOT HOME THAT EVENING, I FOUND A MASSIVE bouquet of peonies and sunflowers on my doorstep. A handmade card showed Petra sticking her head out of Snoopy’s doghouse. I couldn’t help laughing at such an apology. I called to tell her all was forgiven.

“Then can we go out tomorrow and look at the old family homes?”

“I suppose so, little cousin, I suppose so.”

I felt let down, as though she’d sent the flowers to manipulate me into taking her around town, not because she had genuinely wanted to reach out to me. I hung up and went out on my little back landing with a glass of wine and the day’s newspapers.

It had been another long, tiresome day. After my morning meeting downtown, I’d looked up Johnny Merton’s daughter, Dayo. She proved easy to find: she was working as a reference librarian for one of the big downtown law firms.

When I called, she was understandably cautious, but she did agree to meet for coffee in the downstairs lobby of the building where her firm had its offices. Talking to a private eye about her dad didn’t make her all warm and friendly, but I felt she was reasonably honest with me.

“I can’t tell you anything about the people in my parents’ old neighborhood,” she said when I explained that I was trying to find anyone who could talk to me about Lamont Gadsden or Steve Sawyer. “My mother left my dad when I was little. All I remember is, they had some huge fight after he locked us out of the apartment. It was that big blizzard, you know, and he wouldn’t let us in. She said he was in there with his other women doing drugs and she wouldn’t put up with it. So she took me to Tulsa to live with my grandmother and my aunties. All they ever did was talk about him like he was Satan in the flesh, and I got so sick of it. I came back here a few years ago to make up my own mind.”