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even though my feet don’t touch the floor if I sit all the way back in the seat. You could park a Corolla in there.
    Segundo Cantú was listed at 183 Titanium Trail, a street in a subdivision of condos called Casitas del Bosque . The other street in the development was named Platinum Place. In the real Albuquerque – as opposed to its faux southwestern-style suburbs – there are original streets named Lead, Copper, and Silver. All those things are mined in New Mexico. So far as I know, there is no platinum ore in the State. I don’t even know if titanium comes from ore, but I don’t think we have any.
    Susannah mapped out the route to 183 Titanium Trail and insisted I wear a blindfold while she drove there. I protested at first on the grounds that I could just close my eyes and imagine that I was recreating my first trip, but I eventually gave in to her argument that we needed to recreate the conditions of the first trip as faithfully as possible. I also gave in because she thought it would be “peachy” to have a blindfolded passenger.
    She told me to take some time to put myself in the right frame of mind, to imagine that I was taking the same trip. When I said I had done that, she set off. We rode in silence as agreed, and I paid attention to how long we went straight, how often we turned and the direction. Since we had nothing else to go on, we decided she would drive at the speed limit. The ride seemed to match the way it had felt the first time except for the fact that the Crown Vic has loose steering and feels like a boat in high swells when you round a corner.
    When she came to a stop and cut the engine, I took off the blindfold.
    “Well?” she asked.
    “Well, I have to admit you were right. Having the blindfold on helped me compare it to the original trip.”
    “And did it seem the same?”
    “I have no idea. The blindfold kept making me think of piñatas .”
    She took a swipe at me, but the front seat is so big that I just leaned towards the window and she missed.
    “It did seem like the same ride,” I said after I stopped laughing at her.
    “Does the house look the same?”
    I fell for it. I actually looked at the house as if I might recognize it. I gave her a look to acknowledge that she got me back for the piñata remark, then I looked at the place in earnest.
    The “ casitas ” were in clusters of six, each one identical from the outside except for the wrought iron numbers on the plank doors. The clusters were low-slung with buttresses at both sides and differentiated by the color of the stucco – light brown, dusty rose, grey, dark brown, and an awful mustard. Unit 183 was in one of the light brown clusters. Despite the development’s name being Casitas del Bosque , there were very few trees around the casitas unless you count a few straggly junipers. There was an irrigation canal at the end of Titanium where it intersected with Platinum. I wondered what sort of alloy those two would create.
    On the narrow strip of dirt between the curb and the canal grew a stand of cottonwoods, willows, and catalpas. Maybe they were the bosque .
    “I need to see inside,” I observed rather redundantly.
    “Go knock on the door and see if anyone’s home.”
    “Are you crazy? What if Cantú answers the door?”
    “Tell him you came to see his pot collection.”
    “What if he doesn’t want me to see it?”
    She sighed. “It doesn’t matter, Hubie. All you’re trying to do is get a peek inside. As soon as he opens the door, you’ll know if it’s where you did the appraisal.”
    “I already know it’s where I did the appraisal.”
    “Come on. You can’t be absolutely certain.”
    She was right. I didn’t know exactly how I was going to get my twenty-five hundred back, but it was pay for appraising the collection, and until I was positive who owned the collection, I didn’t know how to go about reclaiming it.
    “Let’s drive around back,” she said and started the engine. We were headed due