pool where they could find some tasty stonefly nymphs to chew on until the sun got low and the next batch of mayflies began hatching and the evening caddisflies flew out of the bushes and started fluttering over the water.
He looked at the listing of hotels and motels in the phone book. There were dozens of them. Well, the hell with it. Green was staying somewhere, and maybe heâd misunderstood about the convention.
Now he wished heâd been friendlier to Fred Green, encouraged the man to keep talking, asked him some conversational questions. He mightâve learned something.
He started with the Abbott Motel and worked all the way down the list to the Zanzibar Inn, and after that he looked up the bed-and-breakfasts and called every one of them, too.
By two oâclock in the afternoon, Calhounâs only functional ear, the right one, was ringing, and his neck had a painful crick in it from cradling the telephone against it. He was convinced that Fred Green had not rented any kind of room in Portland or any of the surrounding towns.
And he had not been attending a convention or a conference, either, because several of the innkeepers heâd talked to had repeated what the young man at the Marriott had told him. There had been none in Portland that week.
Well, dammit, the man had rented a car. So Calhoun proceeded to call every car rental agency in the Greater Portland phone book. None of them had done business with anyone named Fred Green that week.
Thatâs when Calhoun decided that Fred Green was not the manâs name, and he further deduced that if Greenâor whatever his name wasâwould lie about his name, he mustâve had an important reason to do so.
Then Calhoun decided it was time to be seriously worried.
He stood up, arched his back, and went down to his truck. He retrieved Lyleâs gazetteer from whereâd heâd left it on the dashboard, and as he was walking back to the house, Kateâs image popped into his head.
She had a telephone to her ear and a frown on her face.
He went in and called the shop.
Kate picked up on the first ring. âStoney?â
âWhatâs the matter?â he said.
âYour phoneâs been busy for hours. I was concerned.â
He told her about calling all the hotels and motels and bed-and-breakfasts and car rental agencies.
âBut why would the man give a phony name?â she said.
âIâd say thatâs the big question, all right,â he said. âI reckon he had somethinâ to hide.â
âAnd you think . . .â
âIâm thinking what youâre thinking, honey. Youâre thinking that I sent Lyle off with a man who shouldâve been my client, a man who had cause to lie about who he was. Youâre thinking that if Iâdâve taken Mr. Fred Green fishing myself, like I was supposed to, we wouldnât be sitting here worried about Lyle right now.â
âNow, Stoney,â said Kate, âI wasnât thinking that at all.â
âWell, I am.â Calhoun let out a long breath. âThis is my doing, Kate. I was selfish and small-minded. Decided I didnât like the man. Youâve said it a million times. We donât have the luxury of selling stuff only to nice folks or guiding only people we like. We do business. Well, I didnât do business. I sluffed Mr. Green off to Lyle, and now we donât know where Lyle is.â
âWhatâre we gonna do?â
âWell, I donât plan to sit here on my ass for the rest of the day, I can tell you that. Guess Iâll head back up to South Riley, poke around, see what I can shake out of the trees.â
âI want to go with you.â
âYou stay put,â he said. âNothing you can do I canât do myself. Anyway, weâve got several people whoâll call the shop if they hear something. Wouldnât want to miss a call.â
She sighed. âI guess youâre