“You had a key.”

“I had a key. I insisted David give me a key, just in case. His place … food in the refrigerator … some things on the shelves. But his closet was empty. It seemed to me he had packed up and left.”

“Did you call the police?”

“Yes, of course. We’re still talking about a compromised individual. I told them about David’s condition. But since he was living on his own, and since it looked like he moved out voluntarily, they said their hands were tied.” He gave me an accusing eye. “The police threw it back in my lap.”

I didn’t respond.

Klinghoffner went on. “I made phones calls to some local shelters, also to his conservator. He hadn’t heard from David, either. This was worrisome. David got his money from him. David doesn’t really have skills to hold down a normal job. Without his money, he can’t survive.”

“Tell me about the conservator.”

“David comes from a well-to-do family. He was an only child and was born when the Tylers were older. Joe was sixty, Betty was forty-six. Down’s syndrome, or in his case the variant mosaic, is associated with maternal age.”

I nodded.

“Naturally, when they realized he had special needs, they set up a trust fund. When Betty died six years ago, all the money went to David. He’s been living off that fund.”

“And the conservator pays the expenses.”

“Yes,” the director replied. “David was high functioning, but he required help balancing a budget.”

“And you haven’t heard from David in about six months?”

He nodded. “Honestly, I stopped looking in earnest about three, four months ago. But I did make phone calls. And of course, I called up his conservator, asked him to keep me posted if he did hear from David. I wanted to make sure he was okay.”

“But you never heard from the conservator?”

“The last time I spoke to Mr. Paxton was about … let me think. Around two months ago.”

“You suspect the worst?”

Klinghoffner just shook his head. “It has been a terrible year.”

I said, “Have you considered a connection between David’s disappearance and Belinda’s death?”

He gave my question some consideration. “I don’t see how. The incidents were months apart. And I’m sure Belinda’s death was nothing but a terrible accident.”

I didn’t think so, but I kept my opinions to myself.

“No, no, no,” Klinghoffner insisted. “It’s all just a coincidence. A terrible, terrible coincidence.”

“Sir, do you know what happens to David’s money if he dies?”

“I haven’t any idea.”

“I take it that this Mr. Paxton is a lawyer?”

“Yes, he is.”

“Do you have his business address?”

“Of course.” He stood up. “I’ll get it for you. Would you like me to call him?”

“No, sir, I’ll do that. As a matter of fact, it would be better if you didn’t tell him about this discussion. He might not think kindly about your relaying all this information.”

“Why not? We all have David’s interest at heart.”