Goodnight, Irene

“You have my number here if anything turns up. If I’m not here, you can speak to Lydia Ames, my roommate.”

“If I find the letters, shouldn’t I contact the police?”

“By all means. Please give them to Rachel Giocopazzi and ask her to let me know.”

“That would be fine. Mind you, Elaine wasn’t much for saving mementos. I doubt she kept letters from her youth.”

“Well, thanks for trying, anyway.”

We said good-bye and hung up.

Lydia was full of questions.

“Look,” I said, waving them off, “this could be completely i

“You don’t believe in that much coincidence, do you? Same school, same frat, same circle of friends, moving from Phoenix to Las Piernas?”

“Not even the slightest shred of evidence. Phoenix and Las Piernas are not small towns. There could be any number of people here who came to Las Piernas from Phoenix. I’m just exploring possibilities.”

I excused myself to take a shower. I knew I hadn’t been entirely honest with Lydia. Her questions about Frank had made me close off; when she asked about Hollingsworth and Longren I had denied my real suspicions. I decided to talk to her more about it later. Throughout the day, I had become more and more convinced that the mayor and Hollingsworth at least knew something about Je

40

IDRESSED QUICKLY and headed out for Frank’s house. The phone call from Alberta Owens had delayed me a little, so I decided I’d put off my talk with Lydia. Maybe we could get together this evening. When I got to Frank’s house, there was already a car in the driveway-I recognized it as Pete’s. Since it was another su

I knocked on the door and Frank opened it, seeming relieved to see me. “Just starting to get worried about you.”

“Well, I was ru

“Sorry, Irene!” Pete called out from the living room.

As we walked down the hallway, Frank said, “I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t thinking. Pete’s been good enough to loan me his car while he’s in Phoenix. He’s flying down there tonight.”

“That’s okay, Frank, I needed the exercise. And I know about the trip to Phoenix.” I looked over at Pete, who sat on the couch with a suitbag next to him on the floor. “Hello, there, Pete. I talked to Rachel this morning. She told me you were going to be visiting there.”

“Oh, yeah? So how come you were talking to Rachel? You had to call her at home-it’s her day off.”

“Pete-let her at least have a minute to get settled,” Frank said. “Have a seat, Irene. You want something cold to drink?”

“Thanks-water would be great.”

He walked off to the kitchen. Once again his powers of recovery amazed me. He was moving around much more easily, his facial bruises were fading and the swelling from the broken nose was way down.

Pete tapped his fingers impatiently while Frank was away.

“Excited about your trip?”

“Hey-I thought we declared a truce about this subject.”

“My, aren’t we touchy? That wasn’t a question about Rachel.”

“The answer is yes, and the reason is obviously Rachel and you know it. So don’t try to weasel your way around me, lady. You broke the truce, so fair is fair-what’s up with you and Frank?”

Just then Frank came back into the room and handed me a glass of ice water.

I smiled. “Thanks, Frank. Now what was that you were asking?”

Pete colored. “I asked how come you were calling Rachel on a Sunday at home?”

“Oh, is that what you wanted to know?” I took the longest sip of water I could without drowning.

“Must have been thirsty,” Pete muttered.

“I was.”

Frank looked between us, suspecting something but not able to figure out what was going on.

“Anyway,” I continued, “I called Rachel to ask if she could convince Elaine Ta

They both looked up with interest. Pete leaned forward. “And?”

“And she did.” I turned to Frank. “That’s partly why I was late.”

“Never mind that,” Pete said impatiently. “Why did you want to talk to her mother?”

“Because I had a little idea I wanted to follow up on. I wanted to know if she remembered any of the people who used to come to Elaine’s parties when Je

“Why didn’t I think of that!” Pete exclaimed. He looked over at Frank, who was gri

“What’d I tell you, Pete?”

“I never said she was dumb, Frank-just maybe too smart for her own good.”

“I understand English, so you don’t have to talk like I just left the room. Besides, it was a pretty useless idea, as it turns out. Alberta Owens said she doesn’t think Elaine kept any of the letters.”

Pete sat back. “I’m telling you, it’s going to be hell trying to figure out who’s behind this. I think we should stick with the more recent stuff. Someone is very good at tying up loose ends, and you can be damned sure they were just as neat and tidy thirty-five years ago.”

“You ever find anything out about the accident Emmet Woolsey’s wife was in? Who was the witness?”

Pete and Frank exchanged glances.

“What?” I asked.

“The file is missing,” Pete said.

It really wasn’t a surprise. As Pete said, the killer was good at cleaning up messes. How difficult would it be for someone on the DA’s staff to remove a case file?

“I wonder if your brother-in-law has remembered anything.”

“Ex-brother-in-law. You’d be surprised what he can forget,” I said, unable to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

Frank and Pete both looked at me in mild surprise.

“I think I’ll pay him a call when I get back from Phoenix,” Pete said. “How’s he doing?”

“He’s out of intensive care,” I said, managing this time to keep my tone more even.

“Hey, that’s great.” Pete said, gri

The doorbell rang, saving me from making a response. It was Pete’s taxi. He picked up his bag and said good-bye.

Frank and I walked back to the living room and sat next to one another on the couch.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked.

“What makes you think anything’s wrong?”

“You’re a little touchy, it seems.”

If I hadn’t been noticing the same thing all day, I would have denied it. But it was true.

“I thought you needed to get out for a while,” I said.

“It can wait.”

“It’s been one of those days. I’ve only had about four hours of sleep. I woke up feeling sad about O’Co

“That’s understandable. Do you need company, or would you rather get together some other time?”

I had mixed feelings. I wanted to spend time with him, but right at that moment I really wanted to be alone.

“You won’t feel insulted?”

“Not at all. And that answers the question. I’ll walk you back to your car.”

He put his arm around me as we walked.

“Irene, you won’t try to solve O’Co

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I said, regretting my testiness as soon as I had spoken. But he acted as if I had been as pleasant as a spring morning.