Friday, going out with the van in the morning, picking up charges for the day. Twenty-four dogs, give or take a couple, but Veronica and the driverâHarold usually droveâcould handle them because the van was specially equipped and the dogs knew the drill.
âAny breaks in her routine lately? Unexplained absences?â
âNo.â
âAny evidence she took drugs? Drank?â
âI donât put up with that sort of thing. Look, I donât have a lot of time right now. I havenât been able to replace her, and I have work to do.â He stood, a none-too-subtle hint that he considered the interview over. âMaybe she mentioned her plans to one of your clients.â
âI doubt it.â
âIâd like to be able to ask them myself.â
âLook, I run a service for busy people. Itâs not cheap and there are others who offer pretty much the same thing. Iâm not going to annoy my clients by giving their names to a private investigator.â
âIâd be discreet. I wouldnât mention you.â
âVeronica works for me. Theyâd know. Forget it.â He held my gaze.
âIâd like to speak to your other workers.â
âIs that necessary?â
âIt wonât take long.â
He stalked to the door. âHarold!â
The man with the gray coveralls appeared, and before I could say a word, Walters demanded, âDid Veronica tell you she wasnât coming in this week?â
âNo.â
âThere.â He folded his arms, and the gesture seemed to say, thatâs that, get out .
âAnd your part-time employeeââ
âErica.â
âIâd like to ask her.â
âSheâll just say the same as me.â Harold had a narrow face, a big squashy nose. âVeejay left on Friday, same as always. We were both surprised she didnât show up.â
âShe have any special friends among the owners?â
He shook his head. âNah, she liked the dogs.â
âEver see her with a boyfriend?â
âNah.â
âAnd now,â Walters said firmly, âwe have a schedule to keep, like the military. A time to run the dogs along the Charlesâplenty of fresh air and exercise hereâa time to feed them, a time to get them on the bus. Itâs loading time. Why donât you see the lady out, Harold?â
I hadnât seen Veronicaâs room yet, hadnât spoken to her parents. Iâd probably never need Charles River Dog Careâs client list, but it seemed to me that Walters guarded it too zealously. As we climbed the steps, I tried my smile on Harold. âYou probably keep track of all the places you go to pick up the dogs.â
âBoss gives me a list.â
âIâll bet you could make me a copy.â
He didnât say yes and he didnât say no, but his steps slowed, and when we got to the landing, he didnât open the door immediately.
âIt would be worth money,â I said.
âHow much?â
âFifty bucks. On receipt.â
My card disappeared into his pocket.
Chapter 9
I considered driving to Dana Endicottâs brownstone and banging the door, in case she was home but not answering the phone, debated the wisdom of harassing a wealthy client while pondering the hostile parking situation in her neighborhoodâtow zones, fifteen-minute meters, resident-only parking. My leg throbbed, probably because of the worsening weather, but possibly due to guilt. I hadnât been to the gym in three days.
I drove to Goldâsâplenty of parking in the lotâraced a stationary bike for half an hour, did prescribed leg lifts and extensions, grunted through hamstring strengtheners. The regime relieved the guilt, but didnât improve the weather.
It was wet and nasty when I emerged, horizontal gusts of rain rendering my umbrella useless. I rarely cook, but on nights like this nothing beats chili, so I stopped