“Rufus, did you…?”
“Did I what?” Rufus threw the cigarette to the ground and jumped to his feet. He raised his hand as if about to slap her backhand. Myron slid between them. Rufus stopped, smiled, raised his palms in mock surrender.
“It’s okay, baby.”
“What was she talking about?” Myron asked.
“Nothing, it’s over.” Rufus looked at her. “I’m sorry, baby. You know I’d never hit you, right?”
Katie said nothing. Myron tried to read her face. She wasn’t cowering, but there was something there, something he’d seen in her mother. Myron lowered himself to her level.
“Do you want me to get you out of here?” he asked.
“What?” Katie’s head shot up. “No, of course not. We love each other.”
Myron looked at her, again trying to read distress. He didn’t see any.
“We’re having a baby,” she said.
“Why did you look at Rufus like that? When I mentioned the ATM?”
“It was stupid. Forget it.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“I thought… but I was wrong.”
“You thought what?”
Rufus put his feet back on the coffee table, crossing them. “It’s okay, baby. Tell him.”
Katie Rochester kept her eyes down. “It was just, like, a reaction, you know?”
“Reaction to what?”
“Rufus was with me. That’s all. It was his idea to use that last ATM. He thought it being midtown and all, it would be hard to trace to any spot, especially down here.”
Rufus arched an eyebrow, proud of his ingenuity.
“But see, Rufus has lots of girls working for him. And if they have money I figure he takes them to an ATM and gets them to clear out the cash. He has one of the clubs in here. A place called Barely Legal. It’s for men who want girls that are—”
“I think I can put together what they want. Go on.”
“Legal,” Rufus said, raising a finger. “The name is Barely
“I’m sure your mother must be the envy of her book group, Rufus.” Myron turned back to Katie. “So you thought…?”
“I didn’t think. Like I said, I just reacted.”
Rufus put his feet down and sat forward. “She thought maybe this Aimee was one of my girls. She’s not. Look, that’s the lie I sell. People think these girls run away from their farms or their homes in the burbs and come to the big city to become, I don’t know, actresses or dancers or whatever and when they fail, they end up turning tricks. I sell that fantasy. I want the guys to think they’re getting some farmer’s daughter, if that gets his rocks off. But the fact is, these are just street junkies. The luckier ones work the flicks”—he pointed to a movie poster—“and the uglier ones work the rooms. That simple.”
“So you don’t recruit at high schools?”
Rufus laughed. “I wish. You want to know where I recruit?”
Myron waited.
“At AA meetings. Or rehab centers. Those places are like casting couches, you know what I’m saying? I sit in the back and drink that badass coffee and listen. Then I talk them up during the breaks and give them a card and wait until they fall off the wagon. They always do. And there I am, ready to scoop them up.”
Myron looked at Katie. “Wow, he’s terrific.”
“You don’t know the real him,” she said.
“Yeah, I’m sure he’s deep.” Myron felt the itch in his fingers again, but he swallowed it down. “So how did you two meet?”
Rufus shook his head. “It ain’t like that.”
“We’re in love,” Katie said. “He knows my dad through business. He came to the house and once we saw each other…” She smiled and looked pretty and young and happy and dumb.
“Love at first sight,” Rufus said.
Myron just looked at him.
“What,” he said, “you don’t think it’s possible?”
“No, Rufus, you seem like quite the catch.”
Rufus shook his head. “This here, this is just a job for me. That’s all. Katie and that baby, they’re my life. You understand?”
Myron still said nothing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the picture of Aimee Biel. “Take a look at this, Rufus.”
He did.
“Is she here?”
“Dude, I swear on my unborn child I’ve never seen this chick before and I don’t know where she is.”
“If you’re lying—”
“Enough with the threats, okay? What you got there is a missing girl, right? The police want her. Her parents want her. You think I want that trouble?”
“You have a missing girl right here,” Myron said. “Her father will move heaven and earth to find her. And the police are interested too.”
“But that’s different,” Rufus said, and his tone turned into a plea. “I love her. I’d walk through fire for Katie. Don’t you see? But this girl… she’d never be worth it. If I had her here, I’d give her back. I don’t need that kind of hassle.”
It made sad, pathetic sense.
“Aimee Biel used the same ATM,” Myron said again. “Do you have any explanation for that?”
They both shook their heads.
“Did you tell anyone?”
Katie said, “About the ATM machine?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think so.”
Myron kneeled down again. “Listen to me, Katie. I don’t believe in coincidences. There has to be a reason why Aimee Biel went to that ATM. There has to be a connection between you two.”
“I barely knew Aimee. I mean, yeah, we went to the same school, but we never hung out or anything. I’d see her at the mall sometimes, but we wouldn’t even say hello. At school she was always with her boyfriend.”
“Randy Wolf.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you know him?”
“Sure. The school’s Golden Boy. Rich daddy who always got him out of trouble. Do you know Randy’s nickname?’
Myron remembered something from the school parking lot. “Farm-boy, something like that?”
“Pharm, not Farm Boy. It’s with a
“No.”
“It’s short for
“Hold up.” Myron felt the room begin to spin ever so slowly. “You said something about his father?”
“Big Jake Wolf. Town hotshot.”
Myron nodded, almost afraid to move now. “You said something about him getting Randy out of trouble.” His own voice suddenly sounded very far away.
“Just a rumor.”
“Tell me.”
