Chapters (57)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- 1 - ANACONDA FURY
- 2 - WILD PARENT
- 3 - NO GOOD DEED REMAINS UNPUNISHED
- 4 - HELLUVA CLIENT
- IN THE DETECTIVE’S ABSENCE I
- 5 - IT’S A BIRD . . . IT’S A PLANE ... NO! IT’S SUPERCOUSIN!
- 6 - FIT FOR YOUR HOOF
- 7 - BAD BOY LAMONT??
- 8 - A VERY LATE-NIGHT CALL
- 9 - UNCOVERING HISTORY
- IN THE DETECTIVE’S ABSENCE II
- 10 - THE ROAR OF THE HOOF
- 11 - NOTHING LIKE ECHÉZEAU FOR RELAXING
- 12 - MEETING THE HAMMER IN THE TANK
- 13 - A WILD NIGHT AT THE END OF A PIER
- 14 - DREAMS OF OLDEN TIMES
- 15 - OLD TRIAL . . . OR SOMETHING LIKE IT
- 16 - ALITO OFF GUARD
- 17 - THE FRIENDLY MAN FROM MOUNTAIN HAWK
- 18 - DUBIOUS JUDGE, FRIGHTENED WOMAN
- 19 - EXUBERANT COUSIN
- 20 - TRUNK SHOW
- 21 - EVER-MORE-INQUISITIVE COUSIN
- 22 - A SCARY SIDEWALK
- 23 - VISIT A CLIENT . . . AND TALK
- 24 - FIRE IN THE NUNNERY
- 25 - ALPHABET VISITORS FBI, OEM, HS, CPD
- 26 - AND NOW MURRAY
- 27 - IN THE FIRED HOUSE
- 28 - AND FIRE IN THE OLD HOMESTEAD
- 29 - ALL THOSE FRIENDLY GOVERNMENT AGENTS
- 30 - LINE SPINNERS
- 31 - HOME IN TATTERS
- 32 - VANISHING COUSIN
- 33 - LOSING A FOLLOWER
- 34 - THE BOYS IN THE BACK ROOM
- 35 - IN THE HALL OF THE TITANS
- 36 - WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?
- 37 - A BASS RIDE . . . OR WAS IT VILE?
- 38 - CONFESSION IN MYSPACE
- 39 - A DIFFERENT CAR, A NEW CRIB
- 40 - THE SHOEMAKER’S TALE
- 41 - ROUSTING AN UNCLE
- 42 - ROUGHING UP THE UNCLE
- 43 - DEATH OF NOT SUCH A GOOD GUY
- 44 - ESCAPE IN CONTAMINATED LAUNDRY
- 45 - THE GOOD BOOK . . . AND THE BAD BALL
- 46 - DISCOVERY
- 47 - A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT
- 48 - UP AGAINST THE WALL . . . ALL OF YOU!
- 49 - GUILT ALL AROUND
- 50 - THE RATS ATTACK . . . EACH OTHER
- 51 - GABRIELLA’S VOICE RETURNED
I tried Petra on her cellphone. She was at the campaign office, and we were interrupted several times by people who came by to see her. Each time, she announced that she was on the phone with “my cousin, you know, the one who got burned in that fire last week? So I’ll get back to you right away, but she needs my help.”
When I finally got her full attention, she was enthusiastic and bubbled over with questions. I gave her the URLs of a couple of websites I subscribe to, and told her I’d e-mail her the passwords so she didn’t have to try to write them down in midconversation.
“If the subcontractors haven’t made it into the database, you’ll have to go to the State of Illinois Building to check their incorporation filings.”
“But what if they incorporated in some other state? Don’t they usually do it in Delaware?”
“If they’re big enough to incorporate in Delaware, you should find them online, but good catch. If you find them, please, little cousin, do not go tracking them down by yourself. Contractors have short fuses and big hammers.”
“Oh, Vic, so do meatpackers. I grew up around them. I know how to talk to people without getting their undies in a bundle. Anyway, I can outrun a guy who’s weighed down by a big hammer. You’ll see.”
I would see. I frowned at the phone, wishing I understood what was really on Petra’s mind, and hoping I hadn’t started her on a quest where she’d get in over her head.
Lotty took the afternoon off to drive me around, first to the hospital, where her presence let me jump to the front of the line.
From the hospital, we drove to the bank. Until I got all my plastic replaced, I didn’t have a way of getting cash, so I brought my passport and cashed a check for a thousand dollars, hoping that would see me through until a new ATM card arrived.
Our last stop was my hairdresser’s, so I could get my weird clumps of hair shorn to a uniform length. Something between baldness and a Marine buzz cut was how it looked at the end, but certainly way more attractive than the Mangy Dog’d do I’d been sporting.