the ninth. I sat there and every now and then I looked at my watch and sometimes a whole minute went by between looks. Finally it got to be eleven o'clock and I went downstairs and hailed a taxi.
There's a midnight meeting seven nights a week at the Moravian Church on the corner of Thirtieth and Lexington. The doors open about an hour before meeting time. I got there and took a seat, and when the coffee was ready I got myself a cup.
I didn't pay attention to the qualification or the discussion. I just sat there and let myself feel safe. There
were a lot of newly sober people in the room, a lot of people who were having a hard time. Why else would they be there at that hour?
There were some people who hadn't stopped drinking yet, too.
They had to put one of them out, but the others didn't make any trouble.
Just a roomful of people getting through one more hour.
When the hour was up I helped fold the chairs and empty the ashtrays. Another chair folder introduced himself as Kevin and asked me how long I'd been sober. I told him it was my ninth day.
'That's great,' he said. 'Keep coming back.'
They always say that.
I went outside and signaled a passing cab, but when he cut over and started to brake I changed my mind and waved him off. He gunned his engine as he drove away.
I didn't want to go back to the room.
So instead I walked seven blocks north to Kim's building, bluffed my way past her doorman, let myself into her apartment. I knew there was a closetful of booze there but it didn't bother me. I didn't even feel the need to pour it down the sink, as I'd done with the bottle of Wild Turkey earlier.
In her bedroom, I went through her jewelry. I wasn't really looking for the green ring. I picked up the ivory bracelet, unfastened the clasp, tried it for size on my own wrist. It was too small. I got some paper towels from the kitchen and wrapped the bracelet carefully, put it in my pocket.
Maybe Jan would like it. I'd pictured it on her wrist a few times—
at her loft, during the funeral service.
If she didn't like it she didn't have to wear it.
I went over, picked up the phone. The service hadn't been disconnected yet. I supposed it would be sooner or later, just as sooner or later the apartment would be cleaned and Kim's things removed from it.
But for now it was still as if she'd just stepped out for a moment.
I hung up the phone without calling anyone. Somewhere around three o'clock I got undressed and went to sleep in her bed. I didn't change the linen, and it seemed to me that her scent, still faintly discernible, constituted a presence in the room.
If so, it didn't keep me awake. I went right off to sleep.
I woke up bathed in perspiration, convinced that I'd solved the case in a dream and then forgot the solution. I showered and dressed and got out of there.
There were several messages at my hotel, all of them from Mary Lou Barcker. She'd called just after I left the night before and a couple of times that morning.
When I called her she said, 'I've been trying to reach you. I would have called you at your girlfriend's but I couldn't remember her last name.'
'Her number's unlisted.' And I wasn't there, I thought, but left it unsaid.
'I'm trying to reach Chance,' she went on. 'I thought you might have talked to him.'
'Not since around seven last night. Why?'
'I can't get hold of him. The only way I know is to call his service—'
'That's the only way I know.'
'Oh. I thought you might have a special number.'
'Only the service.'
'I've called there. He always returns his calls. I've left, God, I don't know how many messages and he hasn't called me back.'
'Has that ever happened before?'
'Not for this length of time. I started trying him late yesterday afternoon. What time is it, eleven o'clock?
That's over seventeen hours. He wouldn't go that long without checking with his service.'
I thought back to our conversation at his house. Had he checked with his service in all the time we were together? I didn't think he had.
Other times we'd been together he called in every half hour or so.
'And it's not just me,' she was saying. 'He hasn't called Fran, either. I checked with her and she called him and he never returned her calls.'
'What about Donna?'
'She's here with me. Neither of us wanted to be alone. And Ruby, I don't know where Ruby is. Her number doesn't answer.'
