Chapters (42)
There was a dip in the conversation. My usual practice is to let the silence lengthen until the other fellow gets squirmy enough to speak his mind. This time, I took the lead. “I’m assuming you didn’t walk all this way to pay a social call.”
“Not entirely. Don’t take this wrong, but your asking about Terrence really set Pearl off.”
“As I’m keenly aware. What’s the big deal?”
“She says you smell like a cop.”
“That’s because I was a cop, once upon a time. I was with the STPD two years and then I got out. I like playing by the rules when it suits, but I don’t like answering to anyone.”
“Understandable,” he said. “Then again, Terrence hadn’t been dead a full day when you came sniffing around. Her words, not mine.”
“‘Sniffing’ seems an odd choice. I told you I was hoping to locate his family, which is not a federal offense. Right now, he’s a John Doe. His name might be Terrence, but that’s the extent of what we have. The coroner’s office is swamped this week, so I said I’d see what I could find out. What’s she think I’m up to?”
“She’s suspicious by nature while I’m the opposite. I believe most folks are honest until proven otherwise.”
“My policy as well,” I said. “What else is bugging her? We might as well put all our cards on the table as long as you’re here.”
“She thinks you’re not being honest about who you’re working for.”
“What, like I’m an undercover agent? I’m self-employed. None of my work has anything to do with Terrence, dead or alive. You don’t believe me, you can search my files.”
“You don’t work for St. Terry’s?”
“Nope.”
“You’re not associated with the hospital or the university in any capacity at all?”
“No way. I’m freelance. I’ll swear to it,” I said. “I don’t have clients in the medical profession or any related field. And that includes dentists and podiatrists. I don’t know how else to assure you of my sincerity.”
“I’ll pass that on to her.”
“Are we square?”
“As far as I’m concerned.”
“Good. Then it’s my turn. Why did Terrence need the services of a PI? I asked before and I didn’t get an answer.”
“He didn’t spell out the particulars, but I know what was on his mind. He believed he had kin in the area. Growing up, he had an uncle he very much admired. The two were close when he was a kid, but he hadn’t seen the man for years. Said he came to visit his uncle here shortly after the man moved to Santa Teresa. Later he heard the fellow died. He hoped to connect with family members, assuming there were any left.”