"I have no idea. I already told you, I lost track of him for years."
"How'd you connect up again?"
"Johnny got in touch."
"How'd he know where to find you?"
Impatience flashed across his face as if his picture were being taken. "Because he had my address. What is this? I don't have to answer this stuff. It's none of your damn business."
"I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this."
"Well, try somewhere else."
"Chester thinks Johnny was a spy during World War Two, some kind of double agent for the Japanese."
Ray rolled his eyes briefly and then gave his head a quick shake. "Where'd he get that?"
"It's too complicated to explain. He says the old man was very paranoid. He thinks that's part of it."
Ray said, "The old guy was paranoid, but it didn't have anything to do with the Japs."
"What, then?"
"Why should I tell you? I have no reason to trust you any more than you trust me."
"And here I thought we were such pals," I said.
"Well, we're not," he said mildly.
I eased the key out of my pocket and held it up to the light. "You know anything about this?"
His gaze flicked to the key. "Where'd you get that?"
"It was in a safe Bucky found in Johnny's apartment. Have you ever seen it before?"
"No."
"What about the safe? Did you know about that?"
He shook his head slowly. This was like pulling teeth.
"I don't understand what the deal is," I said.
"There's no deal. It's nothing."
"If it's nothing, why not tell? It can't do any harm."
"Look, I might know who busted in. If it's who I think, then some guy might have followed me out here. That's all it is, and I could be wrong about that."
"What was he after?"
"Jeez. Don't you ever give up?"
"You must have some idea."
"Well, I don't."
"Of course you do," I said. "Why else would you drive all the way out here from Ashland?"
Agitated, he got up and crossed to the window, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Hey, come on. Enough. I'm getting tired of this. You can't force me to answer, so you might as well lay off."
I got up and followed him to the window, leaning against the wall so I could watch his face. "Here's the way my mind works. This sounds like something criminal." I tapped my temple. "I'm thinking to myself, What if Johnny never went into the Air Force? I keep having trouble with that piece of it. If he wasn't in the service, then the whole picture shifts. Because then you have to wonder where he was all that time."
Ray's gaze met mine. He started to say something, but he seemed to think better of it.
"Want to hear my theory? I just came up with this," I said. "He might have been in prison. Maybe this business about the Air Force – this AVG bullshit – was just a polite explanation for his absence. The war had started by then. It sounds a lot more patriotic to say your husband's gone overseas than he's been sent up." I waited a moment, but Ray made no response. I cupped a hand behind my ear. "Care to comment?"
He shook his head. "It's your theory. You can think anything you want."
"You're not going to help me out?"
"Not a bit," he said.
I pushed away from the wall. "Well. Maybe you'll change your mind. I live around the corner from Johnny's, five doors down on Albanil. You can stop by and chat when you're ready." I moved toward the door.
"I don't get this," he said. "I mean, what's it to you?"
I looked back at him. "I have a hunch, and I'd like to find out if I'm right. In my line of work, it's good practice."
For lunch, I treated myself to a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and then spent the afternoon curled up with the new Elmore Leonard novel. I'd been telling myself how much fun it was having nothing to do, but I noticed that I was faintly disconcerted by the idleness. Generally, I don't think of myself as compulsive, but I don't like wasting time. I tidied my apartment and cleaned out some drawers, went back to my book, and tried to concentrate. Late in the afternoon, I shrugged into my blazer and walked up to the corner for a bite to eat. I was thinking about an early movie if I could figure out what to see.
The neighborhood was quiet, half the front porches picked out in light. There was a chill in the air, and the dark seemed to be coming down earlier and earlier. I could smell somebody's supper cooking, and the images were cozy. Once in a while I find myself at loose ends, and that's when I feel the lack of a relationship. There's something about love that brings a sense of focus to life. I wouldn't complain about the sex, either, if I could remember how it went. I'd have to get out the instructor's manual if I ever managed to get laid again.