`Go on,’ I said.
`I called Dwight Stevenson,’ she said. `He had mentioned he had seen a fax from the Pentagon about your service as a military policeman. I asked
him to find it and read it to me. I thought it was an excellent record.’
She smiled at me. Hitched her chair in closer.
`So what I want to do is to hire you,’ she said. `I want to hire you in a private capacity to solve my husband’s problem. Would you consider doing that for me?’
`No,’ I said. `I can’t do that, Charlie.’
`Can’t or won’t?’ she said.
`There would be a sort of a conflict of interest,’ I said. `It might mean I couldn’t do a proper job for you.’
`A conflict?’ she said. `In what way?’
I paused for a long moment. Tried to figure out how to explain it.
`Your husband felt bad, OK?’ I said. `He got hold of some kind of an investigator, a government guy, and they were trying to fix the situation. But the government guy got killed. And I’m afraid my interest is in the government guy, more than your husband.’
She followed what I was saying and nodded.
`But why?’ she asked. `You don’t work for the government.’
`The government guy was my brother,’ I told her. `Just a crazy coincidence, I know, but I’m stuck with it.’
She went quiet. She saw where the conflict could lie.
`I’m very sorry,’ she said. `You’re not saying Hub betrayed your brother?’
`No,’ I said. `That’s the very last thing he would have done. He was depending on him to get him out from under. Something went wrong, is all.’
`May I ask you a question?’ she said. `Why do you refer to my husband in the past tense?’
I looked straight at her.
`Because he’s dead,’ I said. `I’m very sorry.’
Charlie hung in there. She went pale and clenched her hands until her knuckles shone waxy white. But she didn’t fall apart.
`I don’t think he’s dead,’ she whispered. `I would know. I would be able to feel it. I think he’s just hiding out somewhere. I want you to find him. I’ll pay you whatever you want.’
I just slowly shook my head at her. `Please,’ she said.
`I won’t do it, Charlie,’ I said. `I won’t take your money for that. I would be exploiting you. I can’t take your money because I know he’s already dead. I’m very sorry, but there it is.’
There was a long silence in the kitchen. I sat there at the table, nursing the coffee she’d made for me.
`Would you do it if I didn’t pay you?’ she said. `Maybe you could just look around for him while you find out about your brother?’
I thought about it. Couldn’t see how I could say no to that.
`OK,’ I said. `I’ll do that, Charlie. But like I say, don’t expect miracles. I think we’re looking at something very bad here.’
`I think he’s alive,’ she said. `I would know if he wasn’t.’
I started worrying about what would happen when his body was found. She was going to come face to face with reality the same way a runaway truck comes face to face with the side of a building.
`You’ll need expense money,’ Charlie said.
I wasn’t sure about taking it, but she passed me a thick envelope.
`Will that do?’ she asked.
I looked in the envelope. There was a thick wad of hundred dollar bills in there. I nodded. That would do.
`And please keep the car,’ she said. `Use it as long as you need it.’
I nodded again. Thought about what else I needed to say and forced myself to use the present tense.
`Where does he work?’ I asked her.
`Sunrise International,’ she said. `It’s a bank.’
She reeled off an Atlanta address.
`OK, Charlie,’ I said. `Now let me ask you something else. It’s very important. Did your husband ever use the word “Pluribus”?’
She thought about it and shrugged.
`Pluribus?’ she said. `Isn’t that something to do with politics? Like on the podium when the President gives a speech? I never heard Hub talking about it. He graduated in banking studies.’