fingers.
âWe wanted to ask you about someone,â I say. âGreta Kanter. She hired us and said you referred her.â
Orange Julius takes a moment to rub his hands through the slick fur on his belly. It sounds like someone squeezing the life from a juicy peach.
âGreta Kanter,â he repeats slowly.
âYeah,â I say. âHow do you know her? Whatâs her deal?â
âGreta . . . Iâd forgotten about her . . .â Orange makes a sound thatâs somewhere between a chuckle and a groan. âOf course thatâs why youâre here. I suppose I do owe you an explanation, Frankie. Her deal, as it appears to me, is simply that sheâs a gorgeous kook with more money thanâÂâ
Orange is seized by a wet cough that doubles him over and makes the bench Iâm sitting on quake. He spits something at his feet, takes a moment to recover, then continues.
âExcuse me. More money than God. She arrived at my door a few months ago on some kind of quixotic quest. She wanted to pore through my collections, but for what she wouldnât tell me. Ordinarily a nonstarter, obviously, but the vixen softened my heart with twenty grand. Cash. Just to look for an hour! So I let her, why not? I had cameras on her anyways in case she tried to steal anything. She came up empty, and as she stormed out, huffing, I thought to give your number, Frankie. Told her maybe you could find whatever she was looking for. Thought Iâd do you a favor. You saved me a pretty penny by retrieving those forgers. Never would have hooked you up if Iâd known you were gonna share the wealth with this one though.â Orange nods his globe of a head in Courtneyâs general direction. âIf you two want my advice, I would milk her a bit before politely cutting her loose. I met her briefly, but her aura was singularly off-Âputting.â
The steam fires up, and I realize that my heart is pounding and sweat is pouring from my forehead. I donât know how long I can handle this; it must be close to two hundred degrees in here. Also Juliusâs leg is practically on top of mine, and Iâm sitting only inches from his armpit, which smells like there was a chemical spill at the synthetic garlic factory.
âYou didnât ask what she was looking for?â Courtney asks.
âIâve told you all I know about her, and truthfully I have no interest in discussing Ms. Kanter further,â Orange replies calmly, then takes in a deep breath of steam. âI was hoping you two had something more interesting for me. But Iâd now like to resume my bath in peace. Thank you for the cake and tactful apology. You can show yourselves out.â
We are in his place of work, surrounded by his employees, unable to breathe, shriveling up like a pair of clamsâÂwe donât exactly have a lot of leverage here.
âThat cake is worth five figures,â I say.
âI told you what I know,â he says.
âI could throw in another three thousand dollars for you to think about it a little harder.â
He just laughs bitterly and continues rubbing his paws around his belly and chest, as if confirming that every pore on his body is oozing rancid perspiration.
âFive thousand,â I say. It sounds pathetic coming from my mouth.
âIâm not holding out on you. I told you all I know. Good day, gentlemen. Frankie, best of luck. And Courtney, if you ever interrupt my private bath again, Iâll feed you shards of glass. Leave the cake at the front desk.â
I can see Courtneyâs form shoot up and make for the door, clearly relieved to end this exchange.
I stand up, admittedly pleased to leave this smelly hellhole, when something clicks. Why did Greta think the tape was here with Orange? I turn back to him.
âWhat do you know about a cassette tape?â I ask.
Even through the wall of steam between us, I can see Orangeâs form