Back The Detective
Chapters (27)
  1. Cover Page
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Part One
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Part Two
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. About the Author

“Figure it as a way of seeing how deeply he is worried. Now don’t say anything to him, please. I didn’t get what I wanted and I hope to be able to talk to him again.”

“When?”

“I don’t know.”

“What else happened?” she asked.

“He knew my wife at one time. We talked about that.”

“Oh. Wait. He knew that when I said I was going to see you. He didn’t say anything to me.”

“That’s not your business,” Leland said.

“What did she say last night when you called her?”

He thought it was bitchy. “I didn’t tell her. It’s not her business anymore, either.”

“Oh.” Now she hesitated. “Listen, I was thinking about that dream while I was waiting for you to come down. It was about the baby, but he was there. Colin. I don’t feel very comfortable right now.”

“Okay.” He kept eating. He did not think that she would make it up.

“Wendell told you to lay off? He said that?”

“You’re fishing,” he said.

“I know. I want to hear something nice. I’m so far gone. Look at my stomach. What could we do?”

“All things are possible. Take it from an old hand.”

“All things? Really? Could you be interested?”

“That’s a privileged communication.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, and thank you.” She looked pretty. She had not put on makeup and the pitting of her skin was apparent. It did not change his opinion. “What’s on your schedule today?” she asked.

“I’m going to start at the racetrack and the Clausen County courthouse. While I’m gone, you can go through your husband’s address book, making a list of the names you know and their connection with him. Also, before I go, give me the address of his old apartment on Bay Slope, Enid Alma’s telephone number, and the names of his banks.”

“All his accounts are closed.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“His address book is new. There won’t be many names in it. Do you think there’ll be some that I don’t know?”

“I have no idea. Didn’t he carry over the old names into the new book?”

“Not completely, I’m sure of that. He got the new book before we were married. He didn’t mention it, but I noticed. The old one was an unholy mess, full of names. The new one is still in good condition.”

“Will you be home today?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll call you as I go along. There may be some calls from Manitou. Just take the names. What do you do all day?”