One False Move: A Myron Bolitar Novel by Harlan Coben Read Free Book Online Page B

he decided. Like he was trying to be irreverent for irreverence sake.
    When she finished the call, Esperanza said, “You’re late.”
    “Frank Ache wanted to see me.”
    She crossed her arms. “He need a fourth for mah-jongg?”
    “He wanted to know about Brenda Slaughter.”
    Esperanza nodded. “So we got trouble.”
    “Maybe.”
    “Dump her.”
    “No.”
    She looked at him with flat eyes. “Tattoo me surprised.”
    “Did you get anything on Horace Slaughter?”
    She grabbed a piece of paper. “Horace Slaughter. None of his credit cards have been used in the past week. He has one bank account at Newark Fidelity. Balance: zero dollars.”
    “Zero?”
    “He cleaned it out.”
    “How much?”
    “Eleven grand. In cash.”
    Myron whistled and leaned back. “So he was planning on running. That fits with what we saw in his apartment.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “I got a harder one for you,” Myron said. “His wife, Anita Slaughter.”
    “They still married?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe legally. She ran away twenty years ago. I don’t think they ever bothered with a divorce.”
    She frowned. “Did you say twenty years ago?”
    “Yes. Apparently no one has seen her since then.”
    “And what exactly are we trying to find?”
    “In a word: her.”
    “You don’t know where she is?”
    “Not a clue. Like I said, she’s been missing for twenty years.”
    Esperanza waited a beat. “She could be dead.”
    “I know.”
    “And if she’s managed to stay hidden this long, she could have changed her name. Or left the country.”
    “Right.”
    “And there’d be few records, if any, from twenty years ago. Certainly nothing on the computer.”
    Myron smiled. “Don’t you hate it when I make it too easy?”
    “I realize I’m only your lowly assistant—”
    “You’re not my lowly assistant.”
    She gave him a look. “I’m not your partner either.”
    That quieted him.
    “I realize that I’m only your lowly assistant,” she said again, “but do we really have time for this bullshit?”
    “Just do a standard check. See if we get lucky.”
    “Fine.” Her tone was like a door slamming shut. “But we got other things to discuss here.”
    “Shoot.”
    “Milner’s contract. They won’t renegotiate.”
    They dissected the Milner situation, batted it around a bit, developed and fine-tuned a strategy, and then concluded that their strategy would not work. Behind them Myron could hear the construction starting. They were cutting space out of the waiting area and conference room to make a private office for Esperanza.
    After a few minutes Esperanza stopped and stared at him.
    “What?”
    “You’re going to follow through with this,” she said. “You’re going to search for her parents.”
    “Her father is an old friend of mine.”
    “Oh Christ, please don’t say, ‘I owe him.’”
    “It’s not just that. It’s good business.”
    “It’s not good business. You’re out of the office too much. Clients want to talk to you directly. So do the sponsors.”
    “I have my cellular.”
    Esperanza shook her head. “We can’t keep going on like this.”
    “Like what?”
    “Either you make me a partner or I walk.”
    “Don’t hit me with that now, Esperanza. Please.”
    “You’re doing it again.”
    “What?”
    “Stalling.”
    “I’m not stalling.”
    She gave him a look that was half harsh, half pity. “I know how you hate change—”
    “I don’t hate change.”
    “—but one way or the other, things are going to be different. So get over it.”
    Part of him wanted to yell, Why? Things were good the way they were. Hadn’t he been the one who encouraged her to get a law degree in the first place? A change, sure, he expected that after her graduation. He had been slowly giving her new responsibilities. But a partnership?
    He pointed behind him. “I’m building you an office,” he said.
    “So?”
    “So doesn’t that scream commitment? You can’t expect me to rush this. I’m taking