figured what the hell, kids today. Might be having a kinky locker-room encounter. Tony decided it was in his best interest not to ask too many questions.
“That’s our last
“Where on the western edge of campus?” Myron asked.
Jake opened a file and took out a map, still studying Myron’s face as though it held a clue. He spread the map out and pointed. “Here,” he said. “In front of Miliken Hall.”
“What’s Miliken Hall?” Myron asked.
“Math building. Locked tight by nine o’clock. But the witness said she was moving west.”
Myron’s eyes traced a path to the west. There were four other buildings labeled FACULTY HOUSING. Myron remembered the spot.
It was where Dean Gordon lived.
“What is it?” Jake asked.
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit, Bolitar. You see something.”
“It’s nothing.”
Jake’s eyebrows furrowed. “Fine. You want to play it that way? Then get the fuck out. I still got my ace in the hole, and I ain’t showing it.”
Myron had planned for this. Jake Courter would have to be given something. That was fine, as long as Myron could turn it to his advantage.
“It seems to me,” Myron said slowly, “that Kathy was walking in the general direction of the dean’s house.”
“So?”
Myron said nothing.
“She worked for him,” Jake said.
Myron nodded.
“What’s the connection?”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s completely innocent,” Myron said. “But you might want to ask him about it. You being so thorough and all.”
“Are you saying-”
“I’m not saying anything. I am merely making an observation.”
Again Jake studied him. Myron looked back coolly. A visit from Jake Courter would probably not crack Dean Gordon, but it should soften him a bit. “Now about that ace in the hole…?”
Jake hesitated. “Kathy Culver inherited money from her grandmother,” he said.
“Twenty-five grand,” Myron added. “All three kids got the same. They’re sitting in a trust account.”
“Not exactly,” Jake said. He stood, hitched his pants up. “You want to know why I said the evidence pointed to Kathy being a runaway?”
Myron nodded.
“The day Kathy Culver vanished, she visited the bank,” Jake continued. “She cleared out her inheritance. Every penny.”
Chapter 20
Myron started back toward New York. He flipped on the radio. Wham’s classic hit “Careless Whisper” was playing. George Michael was bemoaning the fact that he would never dance again because “guilty feet have got no rhythm.” Deep, Myron thought. Very deep.
He picked up the car phone and dialed Esperanza.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“You coming back to the office?”
“I’m on my way there now.”
“I wouldn’t make any stops,” she said.
“Why?”
“You have a surprise client waiting for you.”
“Who?”
“Chaz Landreaux.”
“He’s supposed to be hiding in Washington.”
“Well, he’s here. And he looks like shit.”
“Tell him to sit tight. I’m on my way.”
“It’s like this,” Chaz began. “I want to cancel our contract.”
He paced the office like an expectant father, and he did indeed look like shit. The cocky grin was nowhere to be seen. The swagger was more like a hunch. He kept licking his lips, darting his eyes, bunching and unbunching his fingers.
“Why don’t you start at the beginning?” Myron tried.
“Ain’t no beginning,” Chaz snapped. “I want out. You gonna fight me on it?”
“What happened?”
“Nothing happened. I changed my mind, is all. I want to go with Roy O’Connor at TruPro now. They’re big-time. You’re a nice guy, Myron, but you don’t have their connections.”
“Uh-huh.”
Silence. More pacing.
“Can I have the contract or what?”
“How did they get to you, Chaz?”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. How many times do I have to say it? I don’t want you, okay?” Chaz was on the edge and teetering. “I want TruPro.”
“It’s not that easy,” Myron said.
“You gonna fight me on this?” he asked again.
“They won’t stop with this, Chaz. You’re in over your head. You have to let me help you.”
He stopped. “Help me? You wanna help me? Then give me back my contract. And don’t pretend you give a shit about me. You just want your piece.”
“Do you really believe that?” Myron asked.
He shook his head. “You don’t get it, man. I don’t want you. I want to go with TruPro.”
“I get it. And like I said before, it’s not that easy. These guys got you by the balls. You think you can make them let go by doing what they say. But you can’t. Not for good anyway. Whenever they want something, they’ll just reach back into your pants and give another squeeze. They won’t stop, Chaz. Not until they’ve squeezed you for everything they can.”
“Man, you don’t know shit. I don’t have to explain nothing to you.” He approached the desk, but his eyes looked away. “I want that goddamn contract. I want it now.”
Myron picked up his phone. “Esperanza, bring me Chaz’s contract. The original.” He hung up. “It’ll just be a moment.”
Chaz said nothing.
“You don’t know what you’re mixed up in,” Myron continued.
“Fuck off, man. I know exactly what I’m mixed up in.”
“Let me help, Chaz.”
He snorted. “What can you do?”
“I can stop them.”
“Oh yeah, I can tell. You done a great job so far.”
