“I want a favor,” she told Wendy. “A big one.'
“You got it. Hey—you okay?'
“Yeah. I'm fine.” She smiled. Wendy's familiar speech pattern lifted her spirits. “Listen, I've put a couple of keys in the mail to you at the office. Could I please ask you to go over to my apartment and get the mail?'
“Yeah! Of course. No problem.'
“And I know it's a lot to ask, but would you please go over and pick up my dad's too?” Sharon explained the details, what to do with the keys afterward, to put everything in the big envelope she'd sent. There were labels in the envelope too, to apply to any boxes. Money for postage. No, she didn't think Wendy would need to do it more than one time. It was in case something came that might help her father, but Wendy was sweet to offer.
She'd finished up on the phone when she saw the truck pull up in the space next to her car, and when she saw Raymond Meara getting out she hurried to the door and opened it.
“Hi,” she said.
“Morning.'
“Come in,” she said, with no other option since it was raining.
“Yeah,” he said, but as he stepped barely into the doorway he also seemed to be in an all-business mood. “If you don't mind me asking, what have you got planned for today?” She told him briefly and he surprised her by saying, “I got a suggestion for ya.'
“Oh?'
“I've put together a list that's close to what I gave Mr. Kamen, as best as I can recollect.” He unfolded a thick wad of ruled tablet pages. The pages were covered in heavy black pencil marks, neatly printed company names and the names of doctors, then a page of addresses, all of this alphabetized. He'd obviously gone to a lot of work, reconstructing the list, then alphabetizing it and printing out all the addresses.
“I really appreciate this. You didn't have to go to all that work. My gosh—'
“No big deal. Anyway, what I thought was, we'd go around to some of these places together. You know, you could ask if your father had been there and if he had we could establish who he'd seen and who he hadn't seen, what time and so on, and you could give that to the cops. Might find out something they missed. Anyway that was my idea.'
“It's a good idea, but Ray, really, I can handle this on my own. I do appreciate your willingness to come with me but I can find the places. This list is what I needed.” Her tone was trying to dismiss him.
“Look. You'd best let me help you. I got nothing I have to do. This is a slack time for me. I could take you around and it wouldn't be a bit of trouble. I really want to help find out what happened to your father,” he said, and kept going before she could say no again, “and, you know, it's gettin’ to be a problem on some of the highways. I'm familiar with the area and you're not, and I know which places to try first before the roads get closed off by the water. Also we can get to places in the truck, might be a problem for that little car of yours, low as it sits. Two heads are better than one.” It was a long speech for him and he looked serious.
“That's really kind of you but—” She stopped the sentence in midair, shaking her head no. She didn't want or need the hassle, even though it was logical enough. “I couldn't ask you to do that.” Having rescued her, did he now feel responsible? That was the last thing she wanted.
“You didn't ask me to do that,” he said. She was shaking her head again, a smile in place, obviously convinced it was a bad idea. “What I think we should do first is hit the ones in Cape.” He leaned over her shoulder and pointed to the list. “Here. Here. This guy. And the sooner we get going the sooner we can get it done.'
She turned her face up to his but knew she was going to let him help and the refusal was never articulated. He was putting the list back together and sort of angling toward the door, trying to make it as easy for her to agree as he could. “Mm—” she made a small moan of protest but he was hearing none of it.
“If we're lucky we can finish up in Cape Girardeau by late afternoon, but one of these is near Jackson. That's a good piece of driving and the water's already over the interstate in two places so by tonight that highway's going to start to be a problem.'
“You sure?'
“Let's go,” he said, somewhat abruptly. “Come on.'
She got up and got her raincoat and purse. “This is really kind of—” But he was already outside and getting into the truck.
Ten minutes later, sandwiched into the midst of a convoy of giant semis, she was glad Meara had volunteered his help. Water was already over the highway, as he'd predicted, but it didn't seem to have stopped anybody.
She studied Ray's notes:
ANNISTON COMMUNITY CENTER
Dr. Paul J. Childress
BERTRAND HOSPICE
Dr. William Syre
CONSOLIDATED RESEARCH
LABS, INC.
(Sikeston)
Dr. Mishna Vyodnek
CHARLESTON MEDICAL ASSN.
Dr. Claude E. Romanowski
DELTA GENERAL
(Sikeston)
Dr. Raoul Babajarh
FLETCHER, N.J.
(New Madrid)
Dr. N. J. Fletcher
[Retired from private practice]
FUTRELL ANIMAL CLINIC
(Hwy. 61)
Dr. Homer Thuey
FUTRELL, C. Z. (retired)
(Kewanee)
Dr. Charles Z. Futrell
[Retired veterinarian)
HOSPICE OF NEW MADRID
Dr. Donald Henry
