Prepared for the next Christmas special?
What a life, no? Win said. Christmas passes, and you start thinking about next Christmas.
You live in a snow globe of Christmas.
I guess.
I wonder where they are now, all those suddenly unemployed Kings. Do they sell cars?
Insurance? Are they drug dealers? Do they get sad every Christmas?
Yeah, poignant point, Win. By the way, did you come down here for a reason?
Discussing the King Family isn't reason enough? Weren't you the one who came up to my
office because you didn't understand the meaning of a Sheena Easton song?
You're comparing the King Family to Sheena Easton?
Yes, well, in truth, I came up here to inform you that I quashed the subpoenas against Lock-Horne.
Myron shouldn't have been surprised. The power of payoffs, he said with a shake of his head.
It never fails to amaze me.
Payoff is such an offensive term, Win said. I prefer the more politically correct assisting the contribution- challenged He sat back, crossed his legs in that way of his, folded his hands on his lap. He gestured at the phone and said, Explain.
So Myron did. He filled him in on everything, especially on the Lucy Mayor incident. When
Myron was finished, Win said, Puzzling.
Agreed.
But I am not sure I see a connection.
Someone mails me a diskette with Lucy Mayor's image on it and a little while later Clu is
murdered. You think that's just a coincidence?
Win mulled that over. Too early to tell, he concluded. Let's do a little recap, shall we?
Go ahead.
Let's start with a straight time line: Clu gets traded to New York, he pitches well, he gets
thrown out by Bonnie, he starts collapsing, he fails a drug test, he desperately searches for you, he comes to me and withdraws two hundred thousand dollars, he strikes Esperanza, he gets murdered. Win stopped. That sound fair?
Yes.
Now let's explore some possible tangents from this line.
Let's.
One, our old fraternity chum Billy Lee Palms appears to be missing. Clu purportedly contacted
him shortly before the murder. Aside from that, is there any reason to tie Billy Lee into all this?
Not really. And according to his mother, Billy Lee isn't the most dependable tool in the shed.
So maybe his disappearance has nothing to do with this.
Maybe.
But that would be yet another bizarre coincidence Win said.
It would at that.
Fine, let's move on for the moment. Tangent two, this Take A Guess nightspot.
All we know is that Clu called them.
Win shook his head. We know a great deal more.
For example?
They overreacted to your visit. Tossing you out would have been one thing. Roughing you up a bit would have been one thing. But this sort of interrogation complete with knife slashes and electrocution that's overkill.
Meaning?
Meaning that you struck a nerve, poked the hive, stirred the nest, choose your favorite cliche.
So they're connected into all this.
Logical, Win said, again doing his best Spock.
How?
Heavens, I haven't a clue.
Myron chewed it over a bit. I had thought maybe Clu and Esperanza hooked up there.
And now?
Let's say they did hook up there. What would be the big deal about that? Why the overkill?
So it's something else.
Myron nodded. Any more tangents?
The big one, Win said. The disappearance of Lucy Mayor.
Which happened more than ten years ago.
And we must confess that her connection is tenuous at best.
So confessed, Myron said.
Win steepled his fingers and raised the pointers. But the diskette was addressed to you.
Yes.
Ergo we cannot be sure that Lucy Mayor is connected to Clu Haid at all
Right.
but we can be sure that Lucy Mayor is somehow connected to you.
Me? Myron made a face. I can't imagine how.
Think hard. Perhaps you met her once.
Myron shook his head. Never.
You might not have known. The woman has been living in some sort of clandestine state for a
very long time. Perhaps she was someone you met in a bar, a one-night stand.
I don't one-night stand.
That's right, Win said. Then with flat eyes: God, I wish I were you.
Myron waved him off. But suppose you're right. Suppose I did meet her but didn't know it. So
what? She decides to repay me by sending me a diskette of her face melting into a puddle of
blood?
Win nodded. Puzzling.
So where does that leave us?
Puzzled.
The speaker buzzed. Myron said, Yes?
Big Cyndi said, Your father is on line one, Mr. Bolitar.
Thank you. Myron picked up the receiver. Hi, Dad.
Hey, Myron. How are you?
Good.
You readjusting to being home?
Yeah, I am.
Happy to be back?
Dad was stalling. Yeah, Dad, I'm great.
All this stuff with Esperanza. It must be keeping you hopping, huh?
I guess so, yeah.
Soooo, Dad said, stretching out the word, think you have time for lunch with your old man?
There was a strain in the voice.
Sure, Dad.
How about tomorrow? At the club?
Myron bit back a groan. Not the club. Sure. Noon, okay?
Good, son, that'll be fine.
Dad didn't call him son very often. More like never. Myron switched hands. Anything wrong,
Dad?
No, no, he said too quickly. Everything's fine. I just want to talk to you about something.
About what?
It'll keep, no biggie. See you tomorrow.
