I shook him hard. Sometimes James could sleep the sleep of the dead and there were times that no alarm could raise his sorry ass.
“Yeah. I’m sick today, boss.” He rolled over and pulled his pillow over his head.
“Get up, James. It’s safer at work than it is here.”
“I don’t have to be at work for another”-he glanced at his alarm clock-“hour. For Christ’s sake I’ve got an hour.”
“Do you want to walk to work?”
“Walk?”
“Three miles?”
“I’ll take the, oh shit, we don’t have the truck, do we?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll walk. Now get the hell out of my room.”
I showered, shaved, and put on the cleanest dirty shirt I could find. The tie that had the fewest wrinkles was blue, and it only had the fewest wrinkles because I wore it less than the other three. I didn’t like it, but except for the lunch with Em, I didn’t care what I looked like. I was lucky to be functioning at all.
Sammy sat behind his computer, probably checking out a new porn site. He looked up and frowned when I walked in.
“Skipper. I got a call yesterday from an appointment you were supposed to call on.”
“Yeah, I missed one late yesterday.”
“You never called the lady, Skip.” That condescending tone of voice.
“I’ll get her today, Sammy.” What kind of a name was Sammy? What the hell, what kind of a name was Skip?
“Don’t bother. Marie called on her, and it looks like the lady is ready to buy. Call if you can’t make the appointment, Skip. If you want to keep this job, call your clients.” He dismissed me with a jerk of his head. The jerk focused attention back to the computer.
I called Em, just to make sure lunch was still on. “I’ll pick you up?”
“Call me closer to the time, Skip. Right now, I’m sicker than a dog.” She hung up and I closed the phone. I still harbor this fear that germs can float through phone lines. It’s stupid, I know, but sick people bother me.
I stopped by two appointments, and only one was home. The first call was on a newlywed couple who had lied about owning their home. They rented the little shack, and I couldn’t sell them a security system if they’d wanted it. They didn’t. They wanted the cheap hot tub.
The second home had a note taped to the door. We are no longer interested in whatever it was that you are selling. Please don’t call again.
No matter what the placement office at my alma matter had said, a business degree from Sam and Dave will not necessarily open doors for you.
I drove into a mall parking lot, with its pitted, potholed blacktop and dollar stores and a place called Cheap and Sweet. They aren’t stores you usually find in a mainstream mall. I roamed through one of the discount outlets just to kill some time and ended up buying a brown tie that looked better than the blue one. At eleven thirty I called Em and we decided to meet at Esther’s. Her dad’s construction offices were only a couple of miles away, so it worked for both of us.
I had baked meatloaf and mashed potatoes and Em ordered a cup of soup and salad. The lady in the booth behind us talked loudly with her friend, never slowing down for a minute.
“Oh, my first ex hit me. He did, girl. Mental, verbal, and then physical abuse, and when he grabbed my arm and almost twisted it out of its socket, I knew it was time to leave.”
Her friend mumbled some condolences but was drowned out.
“My second ex-you remember Richard? Well, that was even worse. I had to have dental work from that relationship and now he has the kids. They gave him custody. Can you believe what I’ve been through? The father of my children.”
We got up and moved farther to the back of the restaurant.
“So tell me what happened.”
When I finished telling her, she smiled. “You think this is funny?”
“My God, Skip. We’d better laugh, because if we start crying we may never stop. You have to admit, this is almost comical. We’re just young-almost kids. I mean, we’re not involved in any of this. We just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“You never read the Hardy Boys when you were a kid?”
She shook her head no.
“Well, if James could have backed up a truck with side mirrors-”
“Told you.” She smiled.
“We never would have had the accident, we never would have found the finger, and-”
She folded her hands and was quiet.
“What?”
“Vic. I just keep thinking about this poor guy, kidnapped, his finger being cut off, and his father not having any idea where he is.”
“That’s the last part of the story, Em. His father warned us to back off. After he begged us to keep looking. He says that if we stay involved, they may kill Vic.”
“And there’s a good chance Vic is already dead.” She buried her head in her hands.
“Yeah. However, I think we should keep looking.”
“What?” She pulled her head out of the palms of her hands and gave me a big-eyed stare. “You think what?”
I couldn’t tell her. It was just not the right time. I believed there was never going to be the right time. “I just feel I need to do this.”
“Give me a break. You guys almost got killed last night. You can’t keep getting in deeper.”
“Listen, these guys have got it in their heads that we know something. We can’t convince them we don’t. For some reason they either want to scare us or kill us and we can’t just sit around and wait for it to happen. If we can find Vic Maitlin, then Rick Fuentes has his kid back, and he can go to the cops and tell them everything.”
She had tears in the corners of her eyes. Once again with the tears.
“It’s going to be all right. Really.”
She reached across the table and put her hand on mine. “I’m pregnant.”
I forgot to breathe. For what seemed like an eternity she looked at me, waiting for my reaction.
Once again she said, “I’m pregnant.”
Finally I managed to stammer out a response. “Who’s the father?”
She slowly stood up and headed toward the door.
“Em, wait.”
She kept walking.
I caught up with her and put my hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry. Or maybe I’m not. Do you want-” I didn’t know what I was saying.
She spun around and gave me a fiery look that even her tears couldn’t put out. “You’re the father, you ass. Don’t you get it? You. Who else did you think it might be?” She turned and walked out the door and I just stood there. I watched her drive away, and I couldn’t take one more step to stop her.