said. âIt couldnât.â I got the impression that I wasnât the only one she was trying to convince.
âIf it does,â I said, âMelissa Alonzo may be in danger. Her sister wasnât just killed. She was tortured. Probably for some time.â
Her face was closed, shuttered. She didnât want to believe me, didnât want to listen. Perhaps she felt that if Melissa actually were in danger, then she herself might be partially responsible. Melissa, therefore, could not be in danger.
I said, âIâm trying to help Melissa, Mrs. Carpenter. If you know anything at all about where she might be, where she mightâve gone, youâd only be doing her a favor by telling me.â
She shook her head. âI told you. I havenât got any idea.â
I asked her, âWhat do you know about Elizabeth Drewer?â Dazzle them with a sudden change in the questions. Interrogation 101.
We were back to performances once again. To demonstrate concentration, she paused longer than she should have. âA lawyer, isnât she? One of the firebrand feminists.â
âSheâs supposed to be connected to the Underground Railroad.â
She demonstrated puzzlement.
âThey help women in Melissaâs position,â I said. âWomen whoâre trying to keep their children away from abusing fathers.â
She nodded. âI read about them, I think. People magazine.â
Maybe I should renew my subscription. âDid Melissa ever mention them to you?â
She uncrossed her legs, drew up her right knee. Another lie approaching? âNo,â she said.
âNever mentioned Elizabeth Drewer?â
âNo.â
âAnd you have no idea where she mightâve gone.â
âLike I said.â
âAll right,â I said. âThank you, Mrs. Carpenter.â
âEdie,â she said. She smiled. âAre you off duty now?â
âNope.â I stood. âBack to the salt mines.â I reached into my shirt pocket, plucked out my card and my Erasermate. On the back of the card I wrote down the name of my hotel. I handed her the card. âIâll be there tonight. If you think of anything that might help me locate Melissa, could you give me a call?â
Smiling, she tapped the card with a long red fingernail. âAre you sure I canât offer you a drink? Something else?â
I ignored the intentional broadness of that something else. I smiled back. My guileless smile, deliberately obtuse. âThanks, I appreciate it, but Iâve got an appointment. Maybe some other time. And if Melissa does contact you, anytime in the future, could you give her my Santa Fe number?â
âYou know,â she said, smiling, âyou could do pretty well in this town.â
âHowâs that?â
âYou donât have any appointment. You havenât looked at your watch since you sat down. Youâre a damn good liar, Croft.â
I grinned down at her. âYouâre not bad yourself, Edie.â
She stared at me for a moment, and then she laughed. It was still a good laugh. She looked me up and down again. Then she showed me that she was the second person Iâd seen today who was able to raise a single eyebrow. âWell,â she said, âthat remains to be seen.â
Seven
I DID HAVE AN APPOINTMENT, BUT it wasnât until six thirty. I thought I might have time to pick up some California fast foodâan abalone tortilla, maybe, or an escargot-and-pineapple pizza. But the traffic was terrible, bumper-to-bumper cars breathing frustrated hydrocarbon sighs at each other, and I spent over an hour getting to the beach. At the entrance to Malibu Colony, the guard found my name on his clipboard, told me that Mr. Arthur was waiting at the Alonzo house, and explained how to get there.
As I drove down the street, I could smell, through the open window of the Chevy, the astringent tang of brine and kelp, and
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