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to humans, to tell the truth.”
“The passions of the rich,” Dan concluded.
Lionel smiled. “He had a few of those. They weren’t all bad.”
“Maybe not, but one of them might have got him killed,” Dan said. “When you have a moment, I’d like the names of people who definitely had the code. I’d also like to know who was given discreet payments for the running of the club or anything to do with his house.”
Lionel gave him a questioning look. “You want a list?”
“It doesn’t have to have your name on it. Nothing official, just names and addresses if you have them. If anyone asks, I’ll say I got them from the bar’s files on my own.”
“Okay.”
“So then you’re taking the case?” Charles asked, just as his cell rang.
Dan smiled. “It would appear so.”
Charles nodded and reached for his phone. “Good. Excuse me a moment.”
He stepped out of the room.
Dan looked across at Lionel. “I assume you still want me to take the case?”
“Sure, it’s just that … well, we didn’t think you would.”
“You have to bear in mind that even if I do find this Santiago Suárez, he has no reason to talk to me, especially if he’s an illegal on the run from the police. He’s going to be very wary of any contact that would get him in trouble or thrown out of the country. I don’t know what the official policy is for Cuban illegals, but I’m pretty sure he won’t want to be sent back.”
Lionel gave a short laugh. “I can confirm that. The last thing Santiago wanted was to get sent back there. He hated his homeland. He said it was as homophobic as it got.”
“He probably hasn’t been to a Muslim country,” Dan said. “Were he and Yuri a real couple?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean was there anything more between them than sex? I just wonder why Yuri didn’t marry him to grant him full citizenship status.”
“I know there was talk of it. My guess is they just never got around to it, or else Yuri was making sure the boy was really in love with him and not just after his wealth. Santiago is very attractive, so he might have wandered off once he got citizenship. I think Yuri knew that. Also, there was a huge age gap between them. At least twenty-five years. It doesn’t mean they didn’t love one another.”
“You think he was the killer?”
Lionel shook his head. “No. I don’t have any reason to suspect him. More than Jan or the police, I mean.” He hesitated. “I guess you can’t work on assumptions, but if you do find him, please be careful.”
“I will. If only because finding missing people is sometimes like cornering wild animals. You can’t predict what they’ll do or what they’re capable of. If they don’t want to be found, anything can happen.”
“I can believe it,” Lionel said.
“What about this kid, Ziggy?” Dan asked.
“I don’t really know much about him, to tell you the truth. I thought Charles did, but apparently not.”
Dan thought this over. “Maybe it’ll come to him. Do you know if Ziggy and Santiago hung out together? They were close in age, by the sounds of it.”
Lionel laughed. “I doubt they had much in common, but you never know.”
“If anything comes to you, let me know.”
“I will.” Lionel gave him an assessing look. “It must be exciting. What you do, I mean.”
Dan smiled. “It’s mostly dull and repetitious. Anyway, I do it because I’m good at it, not because I’m an excitement junkie.”
“Good to know.”
Lionel had dressed in track pants and runners again, as though it was his habitual uniform.
“You’re a runner?” Dan asked.
“Yes, though I stopped being obsessive about it. I was up to ten k a day for a while. I’ve tapered back. I was neglecting Charles. Well, according to Charles, at least.”
“We should go running together sometime,” Dan said, hoping he wasn’t sounding flirtatious.
Lionel gave him an encouraging nod, as though to disarm the thought. “I’d like that.”
Charles came back into the room and glanced at the two of them.
“All good here?”
“Yes,” Lionel told him. “Dan’s going to take the case.”
Charles looked at Dan. “That’s great. Thank you.”
“I’ll do what I can,” Dan said.
They shook hands.
“We have to go,” Charles said. “Please keep us updated. You’ve got our numbers. Anything else you need to know, just ask.”
“I will,” Dan said. “Oh, one other thing. “I’ll need your permission to mention your names if I speak with the police.”
Charles looked alert. “What will that entail?”
“Simply that I’m talking to you. I won’t divulge anything sensitive.” Dan looked at the two faces staring at him. “In strictest confidence, of course, especially given the nature of the situation.”
“No, I can’t authorize that,” Charles said.
Dan waited. “Okay. But seeing how I’ll be working for you, I have to make sure I don’t step on anybody’s toes at headquarters. They don’t take kindly to outside investigations, as you can probably imagine.”
“I never really thought about it,” Lionel told him.
“Occupational hazard,” Dan said.
Charles shook his head. “Please keep our names out of it.”
“All right.” Dan nodded. “You have my promise. I won’t say or do anything to jeopardize either of you.”
Seven
Slow Train Coming
Dan’s day-timer lay open on his desk. The page was blacked out from 2:00 to 4:00 p.m. that afternoon, as it was every Tuesday. It was time for his weekly meet-up as he accompanied one of his oldest friends in the city while she endured her chemotherapy appointment.
He got in his car and headed downtown. No matter what time of day he arrived, shadows covered the outside of the hospital on Elizabeth Street, the least interesting of several medical buildings on hospital row, like a plain elder sister ignored in favour of her younger, prettier siblings.
The elevator was crowded with worried-looking faces. Dan imagined cartoon thought-bubbles over the heads of the various riders, with words like: Please God, I can’t live without him! Or This can’t be happening to me, or I hope she dies soon — I need the money.
They rose in silence as the elevator made its way to the sixth floor. A bell pinged and the doors opened.
“Chemo ward,” someone called out a little too cheerfully.
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