“I doubt it. I can’t see how he’d benefit unless he had some covert arrangement with Genesis or the various providers. The point is, Dr. Purcell was on the premises. Genesis wasn’t, and neither were Mr. Glazer or Mr. Broadus. It was his responsibility and ultimately, he’s the one who’ll be held to answer.”
“What do you think happened to him?”
“I can’t answer that. I was gone by then.”
“I’m still not clear why you didn’t file a complaint. If Tina Bart was unlawfully terminated, wouldn’t that constitute a legitimate grievance?” She was silent and I could see her struggle with her reply. “I suppose we were both reluctant to get into a public battle.”
“With whom?”
“With anyone,” she said. “Employment opportunities are limited in Santa Teresa. Talk travels fast, especially in medical circles. Despite the number of doctors, there are only three hospitals. Jobs at my level aren’t easy to find. My roots here go deep. I’ve been in town close to thirty years. I can’t afford to be labeled a troublemaker or a malcontent. You might consider that fainthearted, but I’m a widow with an aging mother to support. Now I think I’ve given you all the information at my disposal so if you’ll excuse me . . .” She began to fuss with papers on her desk, lifting a stack and tamping the edges to even them up. Red patches, like moral hives, had begun to appear on her neck.
“Just one more thing. Where did Tina Bart end up?”
“You’re the detective. You figure it out.”
Chapter 10
When I got back to the office, I picked up a message slip on which Jeniffer had written, “Richard Heaven called. Pleas return his call.” I could actually feel my heart begin to thump as I moved down the corridor to my office and unlocked the door. I hadn’t expected to hear from him until Wednesday at the earliest. I dumped my shoulder bag on the desk and snatched up the telephone. I got a wrong number twice before I realized that Jeniffer had inverted the last two digits in the number she’d so laboriously copied. I reached Richard on the third try, saying, “Richard. Kinsey Millhone returning your call.”
“Oh sure. Thanks for calling me back. How’re you?”
“Fine. What can I do for you?”
“Uh, well, listen, I’ve been through the rest of these applicants and none of them panned out. Bunch of bums out there. The place is yours if you want it.”
“Really? That’s great. I’m really happy about that. When can I take possession?”
“I’m heading over there now. If you have a few minutes, maybe you could give me a check. That’s $1,675 with the cleaning deposit, made out to Hevener Properties.”
“Sure, I could do that. I’m just across the alley. The building I’m in now looks right down on yours.”
“I didn’t realize that. Why don’t you join me in a bit and as soon as the lease is signed, I’ll give you the key.” Like many people, he seemed to be uncomfortable discussing money, and I wondered how much experience he had in landlord-tenant relationships.
“What time?”
“Ten, fifteen minutes?”
“I’ll see you shortly. And thanks.”
As soon as I hung up I did a little dance of joy, my attention already darting forward to the practicalities of moving. Fortunately, I’d never completely unpacked in the three years since I’d landed at Kingman and Ives, so that would save time. Desk, chair, daybed, phony ficus plant. This was going to be a snap. I could park in my own spot a mere fifteen steps from my office door. I could eat lunches at the table on the redwood deck . . .
I opened my closet door and hauled out the top two boxes, looking for my tape measure, which I found at the bottom of the second box. The tape was one of those heavy-duty metal suckers with a reel-back so fast it would slice off your little finger if you didn’t watch yourself. I tucked it in my shoulder bag, grabbed a yellow legal pad and pencil, made sure my message machine was on, then shrugged into my slicker and walked to my brand-new digs. I felt like skipping and then I wondered if kids ever did that these days.
I was already feeling extraordinarily possessive as I trotted along the driveway from the rear of the lot. While I could see the bungalow from Lonnie’s office, I had to go halfway around the block and cut down the alleyway to reach the place. There were lights on throughout the bungalow and by hopping up just once, I caught a glimpse of the CPA who occupied the front office. I’d have to take a moment to introduce myself when time allowed. I rounded the corner, noting a sedate-looking dark blue sedan that I assumed belonged to the CPA. Tommy’s black pickup was parked two slots down.
Once inside the backdoor, I was careful to wipe my feet on the shaggy cotton door mat provided for that purpose. The door to the back office was standing open and I could smell fresh paint. I peered in and found Tommy on his hands and knees, touching up the baseboards with a brush and a can of white latex paint. He flashed me a quick smile and continued with his work. He was wearing a khaki green coverall, and I was struck again by the vibrancy of the picture he presented. By day, his red hair carried glints of copper and a sheen of pale freckles seemed to make his skin ruddy.
I said, “Hi. How are you?”
“Doing good. Thought I’d get this finished while I had the chance. I hear you’re the new tenant.”
“Well, it looks that way. Richard said he’d meet me over here to do the paperwork.” There was something nice about the fact that his attention was fixed on the job in front of him. It allowed me to study his shoulders and the soft reddish hair on his forearms where his sleeves were rolled up. I could see the lines in his knuckles where a fine bleed of white paint still clung to his skin. The hair along the back of his neck was in need of cutting and curled haphazardly.
He glanced over his shoulder at me. “Thought maybe you left, you’re so quiet back there.”
“I’m here.” I moved over to the window just to have something to do. “The deck’s great.” Really, I was wondering if he had a girlfriend.
“I built that myself. I was thinking to add some trellising, but it seemed like overkill.”
“Looks nice as it is. Is that redwood?”
“Yes ma’am. Clear heart. I don’t like cheap materials. Richard bitches about that, but I figure in the end it’ll save us money. Anything cheap, you end up doing twice.”
I couldn’t think of anything to add to that. I cranked the window open and cranked it shut again. Idly, I lifted the telephone handset. I could hear a dial tone.
“You got a call to make?”
“I just wondered if it worked. I guess I’ll have to talk to the phone company and have the service switched.”
“How’s the boyfriend?”
“He’s fine.”
Another pause while Tommy dipped the brush in the can. “Hope he’s treating you good.”
“Actually, he’s out of town.” I winced when I said it because it sounded like a come-on.
“What’s he do for a living? He some fancy-pants attorney?”
“He’s a P.I. like me. Semiretired. He was laid up for a while with a knee replacement.” Mentally, I crossed my eyes. The way I was describing Dietz made him sound like some an old geezer who could barely walk. In truth, Dietz had been gone so long that my claiming him as a boyfriend was patently ridiculous.
“Sounds old.”
“He’s not. He’s only fifty-three.”
Tommy smiled to himself. “Now see? I knew you’d be the type to go for somebody old. What are you, thirty-five?”
“Thirty-six.”
“I’m twenty-eight myself, which I figure is prime for a guy,” he remarked. He lifted his head slightly. “Here comes Richard.”
“How do you do that? I didn’t hear him pull in.”
“Radar,” he said. He got to his feet and stood there for a moment, running a critical eye along the baseboard. “I miss any spots?”
“Not as far as I can see.”
Tommy found the lid for the can of paint and tapped along the edges to effect a seal.
Richard appeared in the doorway wearing a long black raincoat with the ends of the belt tied together in the back. He wasn’t nearly as appealing as his brother and certainly not as friendly, meeting my gaze with only an occasional flicker of his eyes. “I thought you had something else to do today,” he said to Tommy.
“Yeah, well I wanted to finish this. I don’t like leaving a job until I know it’s done right.” Tommy delivered his lines without looking at his brother.