Free P Is for Peril by Sue Grafton Page A

symptoms he was destined to experience within the coming week. He was never at ease until he'd solicited the true story. "Gastric disturbances," he'd report to us later with a significant stare. "If the fellow'd only consulted medical authorities at the first hint of trouble, he might be with us today. His brother said so."
    "We all have to die of something," Henry invariably said.
    William would turn peevish. "Well, you don't have to be such a pessimist. Vigilance is my point. Listening to the body's messages-"
    "Mine says, You are going to die one day regardless so wise up, you old fart."
    Tonight, Henry glanced at William's paper politely. "Anyone we know?"
    William shook his head. "Couple of kids in their seventies; only one with a photo. Couldn't have been taken much later than 1952." He squinted at the page. "I hope we didn't look that smarmy when we were young."
    "You certainly did," Henry said. He took a sip of whiskey. "If you go first, I know exactly the picture I'm going to give the paper for your obit. You in those knickers the summer we toured Atlantic City. Your hair's parted down the center and it looks like you're wearing lipstick."
    William leaned closer. "He's still jealous because I took Alice Van-dermeer away from him. She could jitterbug like the dickens and had money to burn."
    Henry said, "She had a wen on her cheek the size and color of a small Concord grape. I never knew where to look so I palmed her off on him."
    William turned several pages to the classified ads, where he compared descriptions of "found" dogs and cats with those reported missing, often spotting a match. While Henry and I continued to open and file Klotilde's medical bills, William entertained us with all the livestock currently being offered for sale. He glanced up at me. "Well, here's something. Still need office space? You should check this one out. Five hundred square feet, newly renovated, downtown. Two fifty a month, available immediately."
    I stopped what I was doing and tilted my head in his direction. "You're kidding. Let me see that."
    William handed me the section, pointing to the item, which read:
    For lease: 500 sq ft in newly renovated Victorian, heart of downtown near courthouse; private bath and separate entrance w/ private deck. $250/mo. Call Richard after 6:00 pm.
    The phone number was listed.
    I read the lines twice but they didn't seem to change. "I'll bet it's a dump. They always embellish in these ads."
    "It won't hurt to call."
    "You really think so?"
    "Of course."
    "What if it's rented?"
    "You won't be out anything. Maybe the guy has others." He reached into his watch pocket and removed a coin, which he placed on the table right in front of me. "Go on."
    I took the coin and the paper and crossed the room. The pay phone was in the vestibule, the area dimly illuminated by a neon Budweiser sign. I dialed the number and read the ad again while I listened to four rings. Finally, the line was picked up on the other end and I asked to speak to Richard. "This is he."
    I placed him in his thirties, though phone voices can be deceptive. "I'm calling with regard to the office space listed in tonight's paper. Is the place still available?" I noticed a tinge of plaintiveness had crept into my voice.
    "Sure, but we're asking for a year's lease, first and last month's rent, plus a cleaning deposit."
    "Can I ask what street it's on?"
    "Floresta. Across from the police station and about six doors down."
    "And the price quoted is correct? The ad says two hundred and fifty bucks a month."
    "It's only one room. It's got a closet and bathroom, but it's not large."
    I pictured a phone booth. "Would it be possible to see it tonight?"
    "As it happens, my brother's in there laying carpet and I'm on my way over. You want to take a look, I can meet you there in fifteen minutes."
    My watch said 7:30. "Great. I can do that. What's the address?" He gave me the information. "You can pull on down the driveway to the parking lot in back.