Asia.â
I waited. Heâd called me, not the other way around.
âI have some advice,â he said finally.
âYeah?â I thought he was going to issue a dire warning about the consequences of calling the cops.
âLeave Frank out of it. I know itâs a good story, but leave Frank out. If you canât live with your goddamn conscience, make it you and me, but leave him out completely.â
âThat could be part of the deal,â I said.
âWhat deal?â
âI donât go to the cops, and I wonât mention Frank, on one condition.â
âWhat?â
âYou tell Gloria that G and Wâs bugged.â
âWhy?â he said. âYou think she runs numbers out of there in her spare time?â
âShe deserves to know,â I said.
âHer room isnât bugged. I had it swept. Itâs soundproof. The G and W bugs canât touch it.â
âTell her or I call the cops. Simple as that.â
I could hear him breathing over the line.
âOkay,â he said finally. âDeal.â
âTell her if she doesnât like it, she can start playing loud music. Lots of garages play music.â
âThat wasnât part of the deal,â he said.
I waited.
âIâll mention it,â he said. âYou want me to recommend any tunes?â
âDepends,â I said. âIf Gloriaâs tired of the Geezers, Iâd go with rap. If she enjoys inhaling stogie smoke, she should find some Irish stuff. The Chieftains.â
âIâm sure the task force would prefer The Chieftains,â Sam said.
âNow, why the big hush-hush about Frank?â
âI donât ask a lot of favors, Carlotta. Iâm asking. Donât do anything to hurt him.â
I drummed my fingers on the desk top.
âPlease,â he said quietly. âItâs important to me.â
Maybe he sensed I was about to argue.
He hung up. I held the receiver to my ear until the phone company beep drove me off the line.
TEN
Life sputtered on. Newspaper recipes for turkey leftovers gave way to instructions for homemade Christmas stocking stuffers. All roads leading to shopping malls were impassable. I dumped the summer clothes out of my closet and into one of the empty rooms I could rent to a Harvard student if I got truly cash poor.
With manuals in hand, cursing whoever had laboriously translated them from the Taiwanese, I managed to hook up my computer, only to find it utterly useless without Frankâs promised software. I wound up locating my skip-traces the old-fashioned way, using guile and fast talk.
I did not hear from Frank.
Lee Cochran did not return my calls. I went to his office. He was out. I shoved a note under his door: Please call.
I cleaned the birdcage and the litter box. After re-caulking my bedroom windows for the forty-seventh time, I started reading the replacement-window ads in the Globe . I was developing a craving for heat, a phenomenon enhanced by too many nights at Sam Gianelliâs cozy apartment.
When the phone rang in the middle of the night, it took me a minute to realize I was sleeping at my place. The socks nailed it; I never wear socks when I sleep with Sam.
âHow much you charge an hour?â
âGloria?â I could hardly make out her voice over the relentless beat of a rap tune.
âYou asleep?â
I groped for the light. âItâs what? Four in the morning? Youâre calling about food, youâre a dead woman.â
âI asked a question.â Impatience underlined her mellow voice. âTwo questions: Are you available? And what do you charge?â
âI can barely hear you,â I said.
â What do you charge? â
âDepends who Iâm working for.â
âWorking for me.â
âCall it a favor.â
âStraight rates.â
âTwo fifty a day,â I said, giving her a quick half-price deal. âLess if it waits till