reads âDoctor P. â â
I said, âYou havenât mentioned foul play.â
âNo reason to. Or if there is, I donât see it. Itâs not like we found blood stains in the parking lot outside the nursing home. No signs of a struggle, no evidence of assault, and no reason to believe he was forcibly removed. We canvassed the neighborhood, hitting every house within range. Nobody saw or heard a thing that night.â
âFiona thinks he might have left on his own. Whatâs your take on it?â
âPersonally, I donât like the feel of it. Nine weeks with zip. You almost have to assume thereâs something else going on. Weâre beginning to backtrack, looking for anything we might have missed the first go-round.â
âDid Fionaâs story affect the investigation?â
âIn what regard?â
âAll this talk of his past disappearances,â I said.
Odessa waved that aside. âAir and sunshine. She says heâs gone off before. Maybe so, maybe not. Iâm not entirely clear about her motive.â
âAccording to her, she wants results.â
âSure, but who doesnât? Weâre cops, not magicians. We donât perform miracles.â
âDid you believe the story she told?â
âI believe he left her. Whether he was having problems with the current Mrs. P. is anybodyâs guess.â He paused. âHave you met Crystal yet?â
I shook my head.
Odessa lifted his brows and shook his hand as though heâd burned it. âSheâs a beautiful woman. Hard to picture anyone walking out on her.â
âYou have a theory?â
âNot me. From our perspectiveâso farâthis is not a criminal matter. You got no crime, then thereâs no Miranda and no need for search warrants, which makes our job a hell of a lot easier. Weâre just a bunch of good guys trying to do the family a favor. Personally, I think things look bad, but I ainât gonna say that to anyone else, including you,â he said.
I indicated the file. âMind if I take a look?â
âWish I could, but this is Pagliaâs case and heâs hell on confidentiality. He doesnât mind us passing on the gist of it when it seems appropriate. The point is to find the guy, which means we cooperate when we can.â
âHe wonât care if I go back and talk to some of these people?â
âYouâre free to do anything you want.â
When he walked me out to the front, he said, âIf you find him, let us know. He can stay gone if he wants, but Iâd hate to keep putting in the hours if heâs off in Las Vegas with a snootful of coke.â
âYou donât believe that.â
âNo, I donât. Nor do you.â
On the way back to the office, I did a two-block detour and made a stop at the bank. I filled out a deposit slip, endorsed Fionaâs check, and waited my turn in line. When I reached the window, I pointed to the account number printed on the face. âCould you verify the balance in this account? I want to be sure the checkâs good before I make the deposit.â Another lesson learned the hard way: I donât start work until a check has cleared.
The teller, Barbara, was one Iâd been dealing with for years. I watched while she typed in the account number on her computer keyboard and then studied the screen. She hit the Enter key once. Tap. Again. Tap. I watched as her eyes traced the lines of print.
She looked back at my deposit slip and made a face. âThis is covered, but itâs close. Want the cash instead?â
âThe depositâs fine, but letâs do it before another check comes in and leaves her short.â
3
I returned to the office to find that Jill and Ida Ruth had left a note on my door: âKinseyâBelow is an itemized record of Jenifferâs tardy days, screwups, and unexplained absences. Please add any other incidents