“You must have a twin sister then.”
“No. Just coincidence, I suppose-like my being in this building today.”
“Must be,” he agreed. “Hard to believe there’s two like you walking around. You’re a real good-looking woman, Mrs. LaCasse. I hope you don’t mind me saying so. Your husband’s a real fortunate man.”
“Nice of you to say so. I suppose in your business you must come across quite a few cases of unusual resemblances. Mistaken identity.”
“Oh sure. Nothing less reliable than an eyewitness. Look how I just mistook you for someone else. Happens all the time.”
“That must make it fun when you’re trying to find someone who’s disappeared.”
“Well-sometimes that’s a fact, yes ma’am. In fact I recall a case …”
She heard him out-a rambling tale-and when he beamed so she could appreciate the punch line she said, “I like to read detective stories but I gather there isn’t much truth in them. Tell me something-I’m fascinated by what you do-suppose someone, oh, let’s say a woman like me. Suppose I disappeared one day without a trace. How would you go about looking for me? What do you call it again-skip-tracing?”
“Yes ma’am.”
He gave her a smile that tried to curry favor. “That would depend on whether you disappeared on purpose. Some people meet with accidents or foul play. That’s a different matter. When a person disappears, first thing you do is normally check all the hospitals, emergency services, friends and relatives of the subject, business associates. Thing is, is that you’d be surprised how many people go away on a business trip-something just came up, you know, spur of the moment-and maybe they forget to tell the wife about it. Half the time you just ask the guy’s secretary, she knows exactly where he is, what hotel he’s staying in, all that stuff. Case closed. See, the first thing you do is just ask sensible questions.”
“Of course,” she said, “but let’s suppose someone has deliberately disappeared. Say you’re looking for a woman who’s married to a drunk or something. Say he beats her all the time and she’s just got to get away from him-far away, where he’ll never find her again. And say the husband hires you to bring her back. How do you find her?”
She knew people tended to be flattered when you asked them about what they did. She’d learned that in a previous life. And it proved easy to draw him out. He sat back and lit a small cigar-it didn’t occur to him to ask if she minded-and said, “Well, first you’d go back to the public records. You find out where she was born, the family background, where she went to school. You check out voting registration, driver’s license, credit files. All this is perfectly legal, you understand. Public records are open to the public. Anyway you build up this jacket on the subject-that’s a fact file. Have you got time, Mrs. LaCasse?”
“I have a luncheon appointment but I can be a little late. Go on. I’m intrigued.”
“Let’s see. Okay, you check with the subject’s doctor and dentist. Family and friends. Chances are some of them have heard from the subject. People have to have their medical records forwarded-for insurance applications or maybe they go into a hospital for some disease and the hospital needs a history on the patient. Whatever. Sometimes people just can’t help getting in touch with their mothers or fathers or sisters or brothers. Or their children.”
“But some of them must be smart enough not to get in touch with people that way.”
“Some are, sure. There’s still ways. A lot of skips seem to figure all they need to do is move to another state and they’re safe. It’s such a big country, you know, two hundred and forty million people, seems so easy to lose yourself out there. A lot of skips don’t even bother to change their names. It’s a hassle, changing your name. You got to start all over with fresh documents, new identification from scratch-it’s hard work. So a lot of people just keep their name and their Social Security number and all that. They move someplace halfway across the country and they apply for a driver’s license and open a bank account and
“Credit applications, that’s another one. We buy the subject’s old credit applications from companies that the subject got an account with. We just keep developing facts that way. A friend of mine, investigator out west in Marin County, he likes to say the thing about facts is, is that you put them together and it’s like sex, they produce more facts. So you work the facts. You contact the oil companies and half the time you find out the subject left a trail of gasoline credit card charges all the way across the country right to the new doorstep. You get in touch with the company, you give the subject’s name, you say you’re the subject. Maybe you act angry. You complain you haven’t been receiving your bills and you don’t want to risk your credit rating. You think maybe they got the wrong forwarding address and you ask what address the bills are being mailed to.”
The thin cigar had grown a tall ash. He tapped it into a glass tray on the desk.
He’d warmed to the subject just as he had that night at the dinner table. He said: “Around Christmas, New Year’s, if it’s a priority subject and a real dead skip-I mean one where all the leads have turned up empty- sometimes in the holidays we’ll post people on stakeouts or we’ll drive around and do spot checks on the relatives. A lot of skips just can’t help going home for Christmas. Sometimes we just offer a reward and tell the relatives about it. You’d be surprised how many people turn in their own brothers for a thousand dollars.
“Sometimes we try to use the Internal Revenue. They’re not supposed to give out information but sometimes you can get through. You tell them you’re on the bookkeeping computer at ex-wye-zee company, you’ve got a W-2 or a 1099 form that you need to send to this person but it came back address unknown and maybe does the IRS have a forwarding address for this person so he can get his taxes straight. I’ve used that one a dozen times. It’s illegal, of course, but I guess we all know you don’t get much done if you don’t bend the regulations a little, just now and then.”
She remembers how his sycophantic wink made her feel soiled. The cigar had gone out; he relit it with a plastic lighter. “If you’ve got some idea what part of the country the subject may have headed for, you call the phone company out there, you ask for the New Listings Operator. Sometimes that gets you an address.
“You keep tabs on the subject’s boyfriend or girlfriend if there was one. A lot of people, especially women, skip out because they’ve been having an affair with a married man and he plans to take off in three weeks and meet her in Yucatan or Hawaii or something. So you ask around, secretaries and whoever the subject used to work with, and if you hear rumors about an extramarital affair you keep tabs on the boyfriend.
“Now you’ll get divorced people where one of the parents doesn’t like the court’s ruling on child custody, so the parent steals his own kids or her own kids. Cases like that, where the kids are school age, we call up the school where the kids used to go. I say I’m the principal out here in Tulsa and I’m inquiring about the transcripts for these kids. And usually I’ll find out the transcripts have already been sent out to a school in Boise, Idaho. Bingo.
“Even the worst cases get solved sooner or later. Most of them.
“See, the thing is, is that people tend to stay with the same social level. They’re comfortable with their own kind of people and they seek out those kind of people. Eventually, see, there’s going to be a coincidence. Eventually they’re going to run into somebody from their old life that recognizes them. Maybe right away, maybe five years down the road. But it’ll happen. It always does. There’s only one way to prevent it, and that’s when they make themselves over into a totally different person. New interests, new social class, new everything. And there just aren’t a whole lot of people capable of doing that.
“And even
He poked the cigar in his mouth, squinted through the smoke, spread both hands out with palms up and gave her a nasty little smile. “That’s how we do it, Mrs. LaCasse. And notice at no time do my fingers leave my hands.”
He chuckled at his little joke and she managed to smile appreciatively before she said:
“It’s utterly fascinating. I don’t-look. Let’s take it from the other end for a moment. Just hypothetically. It’s just so interesting. Do you mind? Suppose you take an ordinary housewife. Suppose one day she decides to disappear without a trace, and suppose, oh, let’s say she knows her husband is likely to hire someone like you to find her and she wants to make sure she doesn’t get found. How would a person go about disappearing so completely that even you couldn’t find him?”
“Ordinary woman, ordinary husband? I guess she might get away with it if she knew how. But of course that’d be different with somebody like you, Mrs. LaCasse. Somebody with a husband like yours, I mean.”
“That goes without saying.” She smiled yet again. “But I
“I’ll tell you then. Your ordinary housewife in South Orange, you mean. There’s a lot of things she might
