away the fugitive pill and sat on the arm of the sofa. The part with the cushions looked like a maneater and I wasnât sure heâd smoldered out. There was always the chance heâd flare up again without warning. I stayed in starting position.
âThatâs better,â he said, sounding dreamy enough. âJesus.â
âI donât think Heâs in to you. God knows you paged Him enough.â
He ran fingers through his spiky hair without visible effect, scowled, and studied the lay between his chair and the sofa. It must have looked like the center span of the Mackinac Bridge, because he settled back with a heavy sigh. He was as hard to read as a stop sign.
âSo your nameâs Walker and youâre a private eye.â
âThatâs right,â I snarled. âA dick. A sleuth. A peeper. A lone star, a plastic badge, heat on a stick. Alternative law.â I stopped, not because Iâd run out of euphemisms, but because I thought he might have the idea by now. I looked at my watch. I donât know why, except it seemed a long time since Iâd been outside. They might have finished I-75 and started planting trees.
âYou working for Constanceâs lawyer?â
âWhy would Constance have a lawyer?â When he didnât react I said, âSo youâve split up. Mind telling me where she went?â
âIf I knew that, Iâd go there and bring her back.â
âShe take the boy?â
He looked at me with what he thought was pity. His eyes might have been a pair of ice cubes melting in tomato soup. âWell now, what do you think? Sheâs a good mother. If she left little Matt with me heâd be picking pockets by now. Thatâs how sheâd see it anyway.â He took a swig from the bottle and blasted a belch they heard in Kentucky.
âWhen did she fly the coop?â
âMay fifth. Cinco de Mayo . I know that because I stopped at a Mex place to celebrate on my way home. Happy Hour all day, thatâs what I was celebrating. I donât know what the Mexes were. Their green cards maybe.
âWe had a fight when I got in around eleven,â he said. âI missed the end of it. I went to sleep in this chair. She and Matt were gone when I woke up. No note. I thought theyâd be back when she cooled off. I guess she ainât cooled off yet.â
âShe didnât go to her motherâs. I just came from there. What about a friend?â
âShe donât have any friends.â
His fault, if Carla Witowski hadnât just been blowing bubbles. I didnât point it out. If this was going to work without breaking up the furniture, we had to be pals. I can make a Cape buffalo curl up in my lap when I have to. Itâs on the license application.
I was getting the drift of what had gone on in that house, but it was something I would have to sneak up on.
While I was thinking about it he rubbed his free hand over his face. The caffeine was kicking in. The cobwebs came away with the hand. âYou said something about an inheritance. Whatâs the deal?â
âFamily thing. We need her signature. I hear youâre a union rep.â
The zoo air in the room was getting to me. I should have opened a window. But the ham-handed attempt at a change of subject worked. He got lively.
âIâm just a shop steward, but Iâm a good one. Guess you wouldnât know it to look at me at the moment. I donât drink behind the wheel and you donât have to be careful about lighting a match around me when Iâm shut up with management. The boys want me to run for president of the local.â
âUphill climb. These days they like college diplomas.â
âOSU offers a night-school course on contract law. I guess I can pick up enough Latin to pass. Anyway the college crowd is what got us in the ditch weâre in, so I figure the pendulumâs swinging my way. You boys got