keys that had gotten kicked under the couch and been given up for lost. The medicine chest contained the usual… a bottle of Tylenol, a bottle of kids’ cough syrup, dental floss, nail scissors, mouthwash, box of Band-Aids, talcum powder. No uppers or downers. No hallucinogens. No happy pills. Also, conspicuously missing was anything alcoholic. No wine or gin stashed in kitchen cupboards. No beer in the fridge. Could be Carol was mistaken about the booze and pills. Or could be Evelyn took it all with her.
Kloughn popped his head around the bathroom doorjamb. “You don’t mind if I look, too, do you?”
“Yes! I mind. I told you to stay on the couch. And what’s Lula doing? She was supposed to keep her eye on you.”
“Lula’s doing watch out. That doesn’t take two people, so I decided to help you search. Did you already look in Annie’s room? I just looked in there, and I didn’t find any clues, but her drawings were real scary. Did you look at her drawings? I’m telling you, that’s a messed-up kid. It’s television. All that violence.”
“The only picture I saw was of a red-and-green house.”
“Did the red look like blood?”
“No. It looked like windows.”
“Uh-oh,” Lula said from the front room.
Damn. I hate
“There’s a car pulled up behind your CR-V.”
I peeked out Evelyn’s bedroom window. It was a black Lincoln Towncar. Two guys got out and started walking toward Evelyn’s front door. I grabbed Kloughn’s hand and pulled him down the stairs after me. Don’t panic, I thought. The door’s locked. And they can’t see in. I made a sign for everyone to be quiet, and we all stood still as statues, barely breathing, while one of the men rapped on the door.
“Nobody home,” he said.
I carefully exhaled. They’d leave now, right? Wrong. There was the sound of a key being inserted in the lock. The lock clicked, and the door swung open.
Lula and Kloughn lined up behind me. The two men stood their ground on the front porch.
“Yes?” I asked, trying to look like I belonged to the house.
The men were late forties, early fifties. Medium height. Built solid. Dressed in business suits. Both Caucasian. Didn’t look especially happy to see the Three Stooges in Evelyn’s house.
“We’re looking for Evelyn,” one of the men said.
“Not here,” I told him. “And you would be?”
“Eddie Abruzzi. And this is my associate, Melvin Darrow.”
3
OH BOY. EDDIE Abruzzi. Talk about a day going into the toilet.
“It’s been brought to my attention that Evelyn moved out,” Abruzzi said. “You wouldn’t happen to know where she is, would you?”
“No,” I said. “But as you can see, she hasn’t moved out.”
Abruzzi looked around. “Her furniture’s here. That doesn’t mean she hasn’t moved out.”
“Well, technically…” Kloughn said.
Abruzzi squinted at Kloughn. “Who are you?”
“I’m Albert Kloughn. I’m Evelyn’s lawyer.”
This got a smile out of Abruzzi. “Evelyn hired a clown for a lawyer. Perfect.”
“K-1-o-u-g-h-n,” Albert Kloughn said.
