average person cannot employ you. It must be a person of means. The woman you speak of, she alone in recent days could have known people of such wealth.â
âWell, youâre right,â Frank said. âIt was the case in the newspapers.â
âI presume you are familiar with Midtown North?â
âYeah.â
âI might have been of some assistance in an introduction.â
âI already know the guy whoâs in charge of the case.â
âAnd who is that, if you do not mind my asking.â
âLeo Tannenbaum.â
Farouk nodded. âAh, yes.â
âYou know him?â
âYes, I do,â Farouk said. He finished his coffee in one sip, then took out a small notebook. âWho was the woman?â
Frank said nothing.
Farouk looked at him evenly. âUnless I am of assistance, there will be no charge.â
âI donât think I need any assistance,â Frank said firmly.
âThat is not true, I assure you,â Farouk said, just as firmly. âShall I tell you why?â
âGo ahead.â
âBecause of your nature,â Farouk said. âYou are always moving. Your fingers on the table, your feet, your eyes, always moving.â He smiled knowingly. âThis tells me that there are certain things which you do not do well. Things which involve stuffy rooms, papers, files, too much reading, too much sitting down. You do not bother with these things, and yet, they can be of great assistance.â
âWhat makes you think that kind of work would be helpful in this case?â Frank asked.
âIf memory serves,â Farouk said, âthis woman was in the garment trade, yes?â
âThatâs right.â
âDo you know much about this business?â
âNo,â Frank admitted.
âI could find out about all her business dealings,â Farouk said. âI could find out what she owned, what she recently acquired. It is quite possible that such information would be of assistance. But if it is not, I can assure you that there will be no charge for my services.â
Frank continued to watch him, not entirely convinced.
Farouk eyed him piercingly. âFor you, it is a human thing, murder. You want to deal with it face to face, one person to another. You like to hear the voice, see the eyes.â He smiled. âI admire this.â Then he shook his head. âBut it is naive.â
âWhy?â
âBecause much is hidden in words and pages. In such things, for example, even the dead still speak.â
Frank looked at him intently. âYou mean the victim?â
âYes,â Farouk said. âAnd I might be of some assistance in finding what is hidden.â
Frank considered it for a moment, but remained unconvinced. âThereâs another problem,â he said.
âAnd what is that?â
âI donât know you,â Frank said. âFor all I know, you could leave here and boost a few cars on the way home.â
Farouk frowned. âSuch a petty crime,â he said contemptuously. âSurely you already think better of me than that.â
Frank looked at him evenly. âNo, I donât.â
âThen what would raise your estimation?â
âA reference might help.â
âWould one from the police do?â
âMaybe,â Frank said. âIf I knew the cop.â
âPerhaps Detective Tannenbaum?â
âWould he stand up for you?â
Farouk smiled. âHe would say that I do not boost cars.â
âAnything else?â
âThat I do not run cons, or play the Murphy man on the Avenue,â Farouk added. âHe would say that I am competent, and that I am honest.â The faint smile which had been lingering on his lips disappeared suddenly. âHe would say that I can be ruthless, but he would add that I usually discover the thing Iâm looking for.â He leaned forward and eyed Frank intently. âAre you