'I could make a hell of a film out of your story, you pull this off,' he said. 'You be interested in a small option against a big purchase? I'll be straight with you. It'd be only if you solve this.'
'Who plays me?' I said. Ratliff smiled.
'It's a little early for casting, Spense.'
'Yeah but it's crucial,' I said.
'Well you could certainly consult on the casting. Probably give a credit. Separate card.'
'I'll get back to you,' I said.
'Think about it,' Ratliff said. 'I'm telling you.'
Chapter 6
I TALKED TO five more people that day and learned a little less from each one. Everybody agreed that it was those bastards in the Dell. Everybody believed that Steve was a prince and Lou was a princess. I was sick of it.
Back in the artificial chill of my hotel room, I put my gun on the bedside table, flopped on the bed with my shoes on, and called Susan. She would be through seeing patients. It was always complicated calling her when I was away. As soon as I heard her voice I felt better, and as soon as I hung up I felt worse. But knowing I could call her again made me feel better. There was nothing definably unusual about her voice. But there were colors in it. Overtones of intelligence, hints of passion, an undercurrent of completeness. It was the voice of a beautiful woman. The voice of someone willing to try anything once.
'What's happening?' she said.
'I've been running around asking questions and seeding the clouds,' I said.
'As in making rain?'
'As in letting everyone know I'm looking into Steve Buckman's death.'
There was a pause. I imagined her sitting on her couch with her legs tucked up under her, the way she did, and her head tilted a little as she talked into the phone, and Pearl the Wonder Dog sprawled beside her with her head hanging over the edge of the couch cushion.
'You're doing it again,' she said.
'What?'
'Pushing,' she said. 'Pushing until someone pushes back.'
'Then I know who I'm pushing.' I said.
There was another pause, while she decided not to pursue the issue.
'Have you seen your client?' she said.
'Yep.'
'How about this gang up in the woods?'
'Hills actually,' I said.
'But that's who we're talking about.'
'Yes.'
'Have you seen them?'
'Not yet.'
'But you will,' Susan said.
'But I will.'
'Have you talked with the local police?'
'Guy named Walker,' I said. 'Affable, open, friendly, straightforward. I don't believe anything he says.'
'Man's intuition?'
'I've been getting lied to for a lot of years now,' I said. 'I'm getting good at recognizing it.'
'Is she cute?' Susan said.
'Who?'
'Mary Lou Whatsis,' Susan said.
I smiled happily in my cold hotel room.
'Very,' I said. 'I told you that before.'
'Is she cuter than moi?'
'No one is cuter than tu,' I said.
She was quiet. So was I. There was nothing awkward in the silence. I knew she was thinking. I waited.
'I don't want you to get hurt,' Susan said.
'Me either,' I said.
