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.Of course it was equally possible that Edie’s disappearance had nothing to do with the other two, that Edie had willfully walked off on her own, perhaps to punish Jake for pushing her.Perhaps he’d pushed her right into the arms of another lover.Sunday morning.He should be waking up with Edie in his arms, with the promise of French toast and happiness on the agenda for the day.Four days.She’d been gone four days.Jake was beginning to entertain the idea that they might not find her at all, that she might remain a mystery in his heart, in his soul forever.It was almost eleven when an older man dressed like a street person staggered up to Jimmy’s door.As he fumbled in his pants pockets for keys, confusion muddied Jake’s mind.This was Jimmy?“Let’s go check it out,” Teddy said as he opened his car door.Jake followed suit.There had to be some kind of a mistake, he thought as his feet hit the hot asphalt.Bruiser had to have been mistaken.Or the broken down drunk at the door wasn’t Jimmy.“Jimmy?” Teddy called out as the man managed to get the door open.The old man turned and squinted rheumy eyes against the brightness of the sun.“Yeah, I’m Jimmy.”As Teddy and Jake drew closer, Jake could smell the booze that clung to the old man.It seemed to not only cling to his clothes, but emanate from his pale brittle skin.“We’d like to ask you a few questions.Can we come in?” Teddy asked.“Who are you? What do you want?” he asked plaintively.“I haven’t done anything wrong.”“I’m Detective Burrows and this is Detective Warner.We’re here because of a missing person.We have information that you might know this person.”Jimmy gestured them into the room, which stank as badly as he did of booze and garbage and utter despair.“Who is it? Crazy Eddie? I haven’t seen him on the streets for a couple of nights.” He swept a handful of newspapers off the foot of the bed as if inviting them to sit.Nothing in the world would force Jake to plant his ass on the filthy sheets.“Actually, it’s a woman we’re looking for.” Jake handed Jimmy the photo of Edie.Jimmy took a look at the picture and staggered backward, falling onto the bed as the back of his knees struck the mattress.He looked first at Jake and then at Teddy, a frantic fear lighting his eyes.“That’s Edie.What do you mean, she’s missing? I’ll just call her.She almost always answers my calls.”He jumped up from the bed but Teddy stopped him before he could leave.“What exactly is your relationship with Edie?”“She’s my daughter.”Jake felt as if he’d been slapped upside the head.His daughter? Edie had told him her father was dead.“Do you have some proper identification?” he asked, his head reeling.She’d told him her father had died years ago in a car accident.What other lies had she told him?He was a detective for crying out loud, he was trained to be suspicious.Why had he just blithely accepted everything Edie had told him about herself? It was true.Love was definitely blind.Jimmy dug an old worn leather wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a state-issued identification card.Jake took it from him, stunned again to see the name James Carpenter on it.Edie’s father, not dead but very much alive and standing in front of him smelling like an old unwashed bar counter.A simmering panic remained in his eyes.“What do you mean Edie is missing? I need her.She takes care of me.” Jimmy’s voice rose with a note of hysteria.“What will I do without her?” He began to reel around the small room, like an out-of-control wind-up toy.“You have to find her.She’s all I’ve got.She pays my rent, gets me groceries.I don’t have my Frannie anymore.She was daddy’s girl.” He stopped and looked at Jake and then at Teddy.“It was Edie’s fault, you know,” he whispered the words as if afraid who might hear them.“It was Edie’s fault that Frannie was murdered.”“What are you talking about,” Jake asked with a rise of anger.“Greg Bernard killed Frannie.”Jimmy’s eyes burned with the fervor of his own beliefs.“Edie didn’t follow the rules.She didn’t wait for her sister after school.They were always supposed to walk home together.Edie left Frannie that day.She left her to walk home from school alone and that bastard grabbed her.”Tears began to stream down Jimmy’s face and once again he continued his disjointed roaming of the room, pausing to open drawers and look in cabinets.“She’s gone.My sweet Frannie is gone forever.God, I need a drink [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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