quick-draw artists.â
âIâm afraid to ask.â
âPremature ejaculators.â
I laughed.
âRachel, Iâm serious. You name the law school, Iâll tell you their quirks. Iâve seen it all.â
âYou should write a book.â
âNo, thanks. What about you? You have any lovers who are lawyers?â
âNot since law school.â
âProbably a good idea not to.â
âDo you do anything during the day?â I asked.
âI read some. And I still do some modeling. Boobs are in again these days. Which reminds me. I gotta kick you out of here. I have an appointment at a modeling agency in an hour. Theyâre interviewing for a swimsuit layout. Sorry.â
We both stood up. âThanks, Cindi. I appreciate your taking the time.â
âNo problem, Rachel.â She handed me my legal pad. âWas I any help?â
âSure. Anything I can find out about Marshall might help.â I snapped my briefcase shut and followed her to the door.
âWell, give me a buzz if you need any more help.â She smiled and opened the door. âI enjoyed it. I really did.â
âSo did I. Take care, Cindi.â
âYou too, Rachel.â
Chapter Seven
My next stop was Abbott & Windsor. I called my secretary from the telephone in the reception area.
âI just got here,â I told Mary. âAny messages?â
âA few. Most can wait. But that Maggie Sullivan called twice. She sounds upset.â
âAbout what?â
âShe wouldnât say. I told her she might be able to reach you at A and W.â
âOkay. I should be back in an hour.â
Helen Marston was waiting for me at her desk with a manila folder in her hand.
âAny luck?â I asked.
âAs a matter of fact, I believe so,â she answered. I followed her into Marshallâs office.
âWhat turned up?â I asked.
âThe filing department ran my request on the computer. Nothing under Maggie Sullivan. But thisââshe held out the manila folderââapparently was filed under Canaan. I donât know what to make of it.â
I opened the folder and lifted out a single page of lime and white striped computer paper. Centered at the top of the page in block letters were the words Canaan log. Below that heading, in a single column of computer print, was the following:
3-20-CN-17-3
7-28-CHT-4-3
9-12-CP-23-6
11-30-CHT-4-2
âThis is all?â I asked.
âIâm afraid it is. Iâve already had them doublecheck the files.â
âSome sort of code, I guess. Helen, could you make me a copy of this?â
âCertainly.â She took the page. âIâll be right back.â
After she left, I remembered the dictionary. I opened the box I had placed it in last night. It wasnât there. I looked around the room. No dictionary. I checked the other six boxes. No dictionary.
âHere, Rachel.â Helen handed me a photocopy of the computer printout.
I looked at it again, still baffled.
So was Helen. She nodded at the printout. âIâve never seen that before.â She paused. âBut even after all those years of working for him, that man was still a mystery to me.â
âI wish I knew what this means,â I said, studying the printout. âBy the way, did you take the dictionary out of this office? The one that was here yesterday?â
âNo. It isnât there?â
âI donât see it anywhere in here. I checked each of these boxes.â
âHmmm, I canât imagine what happened. Perhaps someone borrowed it. Does it matter?â
âI donât know.â I shrugged. âMaybe Iâm starting to get paranoid. There was something odd about that dictionary. It had three definitions for Canaan and mine has only two.â
âIsnât that peculiar? Letâs check mine.â She walked out to her desk and returned with her dictionary.
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