should relay this bit of information to the police or to Tabitha's family. After a moment's consideration, I realized that was a very bad idea. If it had been hard for the police to believe me, it would be impossible for them to give Xylda any credence. If you could say anyone looked like an ex-hooker turned professional psychic, Xylda would be the picture you'd come up with. Police aren't inclined to trust either one, and Xylda reinforced that distrust with every sentence she uttered.
'I Saw it,' Xylda said. I could hear the capital letter in her voice. Her grandson Manfred smiled at his grandmother, the epitome of pride. It was obvious Manfred simply didn't care that almost everyone in the shop had taken a moment or two to stare at our little group. I thought that was extraordinary, especially for a young man hardly out of his teens, if indeed he was. I realized that Manfred and Victor Morgenstern were very close in age. I wondered what the two would make of each other, and found the idea of their conversation almost unimaginable.
'Xylda, have you caught a glimpse of who took her?' Tolliver asked. He spoke very quietly, almost inaudibly, because there was no doubt people were listening.
'It was for love,' Xylda said. 'For love!' Xylda spoke right out.
She smiled at each of us, a distinct and separate look, and then she told Manfred it was time for her nap.
'Sure, Granny,' he said. He stood and pulled her chair back for her. I hadn't seen a man do that in years. As Xylda picked up her purse and began to shuffle toward the door, the fascinated gaze of the other patrons following the progress of the enormous plaid coat, Manfred bent to take my hand. 'A pleasure to see you,' he said, and he suddenly sounded older than his years. 'If you ever need a buddy to hang with, Harper, I'm willing to jump in there.'
The look in his eyes told me that no matter how old Manfred was chronologically, biologically he was a fully developed male. Suddenly I felt very self-conscious and ridiculously flattered.
'I hear you,' I said, and Manfred kissed my hand. Because of the piercings, the effect was strange. I felt a little tongue, a little brush of soft hair from the goatee, and surely a cold metallic touch from a stud in his mouth. I didn't know whether to laugh, or shriek, or pant.
'Just think of the kids we would have,' Manfred said, and I opted for smiling.
'That's a step too far, there,' I said. 'You were doing great, up until the kids.'
'I'll remember,' he said, smiling back. 'Next time I won't make the same mistake.'
When they left, I turned to Tolliver to ask him what he'd gotten out of Xylda's tangled contribution. Tolliver was staring after Manfred with no friendly face.
'Oh, get real,' I said. 'Tolliver! He's years younger than me!'
'Right, maybe three,' Tolliver said, and I remembered that Tolliver was three years older. 'He's got balls, I'll give him that.'
'Probably pierced ones,' I said, and Tolliver gave me a startled look and an unwilling laugh.
'What would you say if I got a tattoo and a ring through my eyebrow?' he said.
'I'd definitely want to watch,' I said. 'And it would be interesting to see what kind of tattoo you picked.' I looked at him for a moment, trying to imagine Tolliver with a silver hoop in his eyebrow or nostril, and I grinned. 'And where you put it.'
'Oh, if I ever got one, I'd get it on my lower back,' he said. 'So I could cover it up almost all the time.'
'You've put thought into this.'
'Yeah. A little.'
'Hmmm. You've picked out the tattoo?'
'Sure.'
'What?'
'A lightning bolt,' he said, and I couldn't tell if he was serious or not.
seven
DURING our cab ride back from the suburban Cineplex to the downtown hotel, I had a little time to think. Xylda was nuts, but she was a true psychic. If she said Tabitha had lived a few hours after the abduction, I believed her. I should have asked different questions, I realized. I should have asked Xylda why Tabitha's abductor had kept her alive for that long. A sexual reason? Some other purpose?
'Did it seem to you that Xylda was nuttier than usual?' Tolliver asked, echoing my thoughts to an eerie degree.
'Yes,' I said. 'The kind of nutty that made me wonder how old she really is.'
'She couldn't be over sixty, right?'
'I would have said younger, but today…'
'She looked okay.'
'As okay as Xylda ever looks.'
'True. But she seemed to walk just fine, and maneuver all right physically.'
'But mentally, she was quite a bit more off… so vague. 'In the time of ice, you'll be happy.' What the hell does that mean?'
'Yeah, that was weird. And the part about being truthful.'
I nodded. ' 'The time of ice.' She could have told us things that would have been a hell of a lot more to the point. Maybe it's the loss of Robert that's thrown her for such a loop? Not that she was ever Miss Stability. At least
