“Kelly and Larry are convinced he’s a saint.”
“Typical psychopath,” said Milo. “Guy’s ready to run for office.”
Reed scratched his crew cut. Resumed eating.
I said, “Even if Ms. Adams isn’t Anita, she could be someone else Huck knows from rehab. Misery loving company can lead to some pretty tight bonds. If Wallenburg wasn’t playing you, she went there for a reason. The drapes could’ve been drawn for a reason.”
Milo said, “If Huck’s got a network of rehab buddies, there could be safe houses all over the city.”
Reed said, “Hero-” Something made him turn toward the restaurant’s front door. He clenched his knife.
Aaron Fox walked toward us. Custom-tailored as ever, in a black, raw-silk suit, sea-green shirt, yellow pocket square.
Nothing jaunty in his step.
Reed got up and faced him. “Bad time, we’re busy.”
“No doubt, bro. But not too busy for me.”
Fox sank down next to his brother’s empty seat. His eyes were sharp but pink rimmed the sclera. He’d shaved carelessly, sported nicks and bumps in the tight, dark shadows below his jawline.
Milo said, “Long night, Aaron?”
“Lots of long nights. I could get screwed for talking to you,” said Fox. “Might as well be monetary and not legal.”
Reed said, “Got yourself in a bit of a professional fix?”
Fox frowned. “Is it my breath, bro? Yeah, it’s a fix. Little conundrums are part of the job, but this is different. May I?” He reached for a water glass, drank greedily, poured another and finished that. Reaching for the chapati, he broke off a piece, ground it between finger and thumb. Repeated. Within seconds, he’d created a pile of bread crumbs.
Moe Reed feigned boredom as Fox smoothed the pile. Fox wiped his hand on a napkin. Plucked his pocket square and arranged it in three points. “When Simone Vander hired me to research Huck, she said it was her idea, period, I didn’t have her permission to contact any of her father’s business associates. I told her that’s not how I usually work, she wants library science, she could do it herself.”
Reed said, “Your mission, should you choose to accept it…”
“Give it a rest, Moses.” Fox turned to Milo. “Simone said hiring me was more than wanting to know about Huck. She promised a much bigger job-rooting out a financial conspiracy against her dad. By his minions-her word. When I asked why, she said despite being a good businessman, he got taken advantage of all the time, a deep-pockets thing.”
Milo said, “Which minions in particular bothered her?”
“Every one of Daddy’s lawyers, accountants, and financial managers. She viewed them as leeches, falling over themselves to rack up billable hours. The lawyers, in particular, she thought were shady.”
“Alston Weir,” said Milo.
“Weir plus all his associates. She told me she wouldn’t be surprised if the entire firm was in cahoots to loot the estate, maybe even with Huck.”
“That sounds paranoid.”
“A bit, but with mega-rich folk, you never know, the incentives are always there. I’ve seen plenty of predatory employees.”
Reed said, “Did she suspect Huck of any specific financial screwiness?”
Fox shook his head. “With him it was more his creepy personality, worming his way into the family. Kissing Kelvin’s ass, in particular. She claimed he spoiled the kid. Then, when Selena showed up dead, she got downright terrified and called me.”
Reed said, “So far I’m not hearing much that’s new.”
“What’s new, Moses, is she lied to me. Starting with there being another job. Finishing with her deadbeating me. She hasn’t paid a penny of her bill, shut me out completely-no e-mail replies, no return of my phone calls. My bad, I didn’t take a retainer, figured it for a quickie. Which it was and we’re not talking a mega-bill. Still, I like to be paid.”
“So now we’re your collection agency?”
Milo said, “How much are we talking about, Aaron?”
“Four grand, give or take.”
“For Internet research. Not bad.”
“The results of which I passed on to you guys. Then again, maybe you would have found it on your own.”
Milo said, “We’re grateful, Aaron. Is there a punch line approaching the horizon?”
“Oh, yeah,” said Fox. “She annoyed me, which can be a
“Anything since?”
“Not officially, but wait there’s more, folks. She lied about more than the big job, lying seems to be her M.O. When I met her, she spun me stories about being a singer, a ballerina, a financial analyst for a hedge fund.”
Reed said, “With us, it was just teacher.”
I said, “Remedial teacher.”
Fox said, “That, too. Supposedly, she just loves the tots. But her real love is ‘the ballet.’ ”
Milo wiped his lips. “Tiny dancer, huh?”
“She claimed to have been in the
He permitted himself a smile. “So much for my reading people. So now my adrenals are buzzing and I start watching her house, check out her garbage.”
Milo said, “Fun part of the job.”
Fox’s grin took on wattage. “But oh so educational. What I learn is she lives on air, I’m talking diet soda and Special K-and not much cereal, at that. She also goes through a helluva lot of prescription decongestants and Ritalin. Now I’m thinking back to those meth busts. She just switched to legal speed.”
I said, “Ritalin could fit with the specialed fantasy. If she had learning disabilities, herself, maybe she fantasizes about a power role. The drug’s also effective in weight control, if you don’t mind the risks. Same for the decongestants. And she did have a role model for her eating disorder.”
“Who?”
I glanced at Milo. He nodded. I described Kelly Vander’s struggle with anorexia.
“Like mother, like daughter,” said Fox. “When I met her I didn’t think much of it. Skeletal is half the girls on the Westside. Yeah, sure, that all makes sense.”
Reed said, “So she’s an undernourished skank. What does it have to do with Huck?”
“I’m setting the stage, Moses. She’s a liar and a possible addict, which says personality problems, right? Which could explain what else I found in her garbage can: framed photo of her dad, her stepmom, and her brother all cut up, the glass all smashed.”
He raised the water glass, as if toasting. “She trashed her family, guys. Literally.”
I said, “Black ties for Dad and son, red gown for Mom?”
“That’s the one.”
“It was sitting on her coffee table. She called our attention to it. ‘That’s my brother, Kelvin. He’s brilliant.’ ”
“Well, now he’s brilliant and defaced,” said Fox. “Literally. Sweet little countenance sliced up into confetti, like someone took a razor to it. To top it off, the damn thing was wrapped in toilet paper. Don’t want to spoil your appetite, but not
Milo said, “The picture was a prop for our benefit. One happy family.”
Reed said, “Now she doesn’t need it anymore. Because… aw, Jesus. The Vanders haven’t been heard from in two weeks.”
Fox reached for another
