Camouflage (Nameless Detective Mysteries)

Camouflage (Nameless Detective Mysteries) by Bill Pronzini Read Free Book Online

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Authors: Bill Pronzini
fours and made a low rumbling sound in his throat, his hot-eyed gaze still fixed on me. The muscles in my shoulders and back bunched. I’ve had run-ins with dogs before; I don’t care how well-trained they are, they can still be unpredictable.
    But nothing happened. The woman said, “Quiet, Thor,” not as loudly or as sharply as Jane Carson had but with the same effect. The dog subsided immediately, squatting again with that long tongue hanging out.
    When she handed me the envelope, I said, “You won’t see me again, Ms. McManus. Thanks for your time.” And after another detour around Thor, I was out of there.
    The day was gray and chilly, but that wasn’t the reason for the prickly cold feeling on the back of my neck. Chalk it up to those damn yellow eyes.
    *   *   *
    In the car I called David Virden’s cell number. The call went to his voice mail; I left a brief message, saying that we’d found his ex-wife and asking for an ASAP callback.
    It came sooner than I expected, just as I was turning off Third Street onto Army. Never fails. I’m in the car driving and that’s when my cell rings. I could let it go to my voice mail, but I’m one of the people who can ignore a ringing phone only in extreme circumstances. Kerry keeps telling me I ought to get one of those Bluetooth things that let you talk on the phone while keeping both hands on the wheel, but I’ve seen enough drivers who appear to be having animated conversations with themselves and the image is always one of a mental case babbling to a carload of imaginary friends. Better a hands-free device than breaking the law by talking with a phone glued to your ear, as too many people still do despite the recent state law. Or sending text messages or e-mails on laptop computers while driving, two of the crazier techno-surfing, machine-juggling addictions people have been known to indulge in these days.
    I’m law-abiding, so I did what I always do, and hardly anybody else seems to, when my cellular goes off: I found a place to pull over and stop and took the call on the fourth ring.
    “Fast work finding Roxie,” Virden said. “Alive or dead?”
    “Alive. Living right here in San Francisco.”
    “No kidding. Well, that simplifies things, doesn’t it.”
    “No,” I said, “it doesn’t.”
    “… What do you mean? Did you see her, deliver the envelope?”
    “I just came from talking to her. She wouldn’t take it.”
    “What? Why the hell not?”
    I told him why not.
    Long pause this time. Then, hard and angry, “Well, shit! How can she still hate me that much? It’s been eight goddamn years.”
    I had nothing to say to that. Not my area of expertise.
    Virden said, “Too bad you didn’t find her in a cemetery instead.”
    Or to that, because it wasn’t worth a civil comment.
    “She’s got to sign that document,” he said. “It’s all that’s standing in my way. Nothing else you can do?”
    “I’m afraid not.”
    “Then it’s up to me. I don’t like the idea of seeing the bitch again, but I’ll just have to bite the bullet.”
    “Do you want us to mail the envelope to you?”
    “No. I’ll pick it up before I go talk to Roxie. Too late to do it today, I’m meeting Judith at five, and I have a business appointment in the morning. Say one o’clock at your office?”
    “Fine. I’ll have a report ready for you with her address and the other particulars of the investigation.”
    “How much more do I owe you?”
    “There’ll be a final invoice with the other material.”
    “I’ll bring my checkbook.” Five or six seconds, and then he said, “Ex-wives. Christ, what a pain they can be.”
    “I wouldn’t know,” I said.
    “Take my word for it. Even when they’re being cooperative, they’re a pain in the ass.”
    Ex-wives weren’t the only ones.

 
    6
    TAMARA
    All day Tuesday, as on most days, she had the office to herself. Bill was out on an interview for an insurance fraud investigation; Jake was following up with the

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