This was not difficult. Raquel was the size of a small principality and dressed like an explosion at the Liberace museum. Squares slowed the van next to him and frowned.
'What? 'Raquel said.
'Pink pumps with a green dress?'
'It's coral and turquoise,' Raquel said. 'Plus the magenta purse pulls it all together.'
Squares shrugged and parked in front of a storefront with a faded sign that read GOLDBERG PHARMACY. When I stepped out, Raquel wrapped me in an embrace that felt like wet foam rubber. He reeked of Aqua Velva, and my mind couldn't help but think that in this case, indeed, there was something about an Aqua Velva man.
'I'm so sorry,' he whispered.
'Thank you.'
He released me, and I was able to breathe again. He was crying. His tears grabbed hold of his mascara and ran it down his face. The colors mixed and got diverted in the rough of his beard, so that his face started looking like a candle in the back of Spencer's Gifts.
'Abe and Sadie are inside,' Raquel said. 'They're expecting you.'
Squares nodded and headed into the pharmacy. I followed. A ding-dong sounded when we entered. The smell reminded me of a cherry tree-shaped freshener dangling from a rearview window. The store shelves were high and packed and tight. I saw bandages and deodorants and shampoos and cough medicines, all laid out with seemingly little organization.
An old man with half-moon reading glasses on a chain appeared. He wore a sweater-vest over a white shirt. His hair was high and thick and white and looked like a powdered wig from Bailey's. His eyebrows were extra bushy, giving him the look of an owl.
'Look! It's Mr. Squares!'
The two men hugged, the old man giving Squares's back a few hard pats. 'You look good,' the old man said.
'You too, Abe.'
'Sadie,' he shouted. 'Sadie, Mr. Squares is here.'
'Who?'
'The yoga guy. With that tattoo.'
'The one on his forehead?'
'That's him.'
I shook my head and leaned toward Squares. 'Is there anyone you don't know?'
He shrugged. 'I've lived a charmed life.'
Sadie, an older woman who would never see five feet even in Raquel's highest pumps, stepped down from behind the pharmacy stand. She frowned at Squares and said, 'You look skinny.'
'Leave him alone,' Abe said.
'Shush you. You eating enough?'
'Sure,' Squares said.
'You're bones. Pure bones.'
'Sadie, can you leave the man alone?'
'Shush you.' She smiled conspiratorially. 'I got kugel. You want some?'
'Maybe later, thanks.'
'I'll put some in the Tupperware.'
'That would be nice, thank you.' Squares turned to me. 'This is my friend, Will Klein.'
The two old people showed me sad eyes. 'He's the boyfriend?'
'Yes.'
They inspected me. Then they looked at each other.
'I don't know,' Abe said.
'You can trust him,' Squares said.
'Maybe we can, maybe we can't. But we're like priests here. We don't talk. You know that. And she was particularly adamant. We were to say nothing, no matter what.'
'I know that.'
'We talk, what good are we?'
'I understand.'
'We talk, we could be killed.'
'No one will know. I give you my word.'
The old couple looked at each other some more. 'Raquel,' Abe said. 'He's a good boy. Or girl. I don't know, I get so confused sometimes.'
Squares stepped toward them. 'We need your help.'
Sadie took her husband's hand in a gesture so intimate I almost turned away. 'She was such a beautiful girl, Abe.'
'And so nice,' he added. Abe sighed and looked at me. The door opened and the ding-dong chimed again. A disheveled black man walked in and said, 'Tyrone sent me.'
Sadie moved toward him. 'I'll take care of you over here,' she said.
Abe kept staring at me. I looked at Squares. I didn't understand any of this.
Squares took off his sunglasses. 'Please, Abe,' he said. 'It's important.'
Abe held up a hand. 'Okay, okay, just stop with the face, please.' He waved us forward. 'Come this way.'
We walked to the back of the store. He lifted the counter flap, and we walked under. We passed the pills, the bottles, the bags of filled prescriptions, the mortars and pestles. Abe opened a door. We headed down into the basement. Abe flicked on the light.
'This,' he announced, 'is where it all happens.'
I saw very little. There was a computer, a printer, and a digital camera. That was about it. I looked at Abe and then at Squares.
'Does someone want to clue me in?'
'Our business is simple,' Abe said. 'We keep no records. If the police want to take this computer, fine, go ahead. They'll learn nothing. All the records are located up here.' He tapped his forehead with his finger. 'And hey, lots of those records are getting lost every day, am I right, Squares?'
Squares smiled at him.
Abe spotted my confusion. 'You still don't get it?'
'I still don't get it.'
'Fake IDs,' Abe said.
'Oh.'
'I'm not talking about the ones underage kids use to drink.'
'Right, okay.'
He lowered his voice. 'You know anything about them?'
'Not much.'
'I'm talking here about the ones people need to disappear. To run away. To start again. You're in trouble? Poof, I'll make you disappear. Like a magician, no? You need to go away, really go away, you don't go to a travel agent. You come to me.'
'I see,' I said. 'And there's a big need for your' I wasn't sure of the term 'services?'
'You'd be surprised. Oh, it's not usually very glamorous. Lots of times it's just parole jumpers. Or bail jumpers. Or someone the authorities are looking to arrest. We service a lot of illegal immigrants too. They want to stay in the country, so we make them citizens.' He smiled at me. 'And every once in a while we get someone nicer.'
'Like Sheila,' I said.
'Exactly. You want to know how it works?'
Before I could answer, Abe had started up again. 'It's not like on the TV,' he said. 'On the TV they always make it so complicated, am I right? They look for a kid who died and then they send away for his birth certificate or something like that. They make up all these complicated forgeries.'
' That's not how it's done?'
'That's not how it's done.' He sat at the computer terminal and started typing. 'First of all, that would take too
