AFTER THE NOON MASS, I decide to go to the police station to take Helen to lunch. She’s in her office talking to Dan and as I walk in, I hear him say, “So that’s what his parents said. They’re obviously devastated, but they said that he’d borrowed money from them on several occasions, each time insisting that ‘he’d be in big trouble’ if he didn’t pay up. I have his laptop and Gladys is dumping it now, along with his phone.”
“Anything so far?” Helen asks, as she motions for me to take a seat on the couch.
“Actually, yes. One number that he’s gotten a lot of calls from recently popped for a bookie in Baltimore, Grisham Clay.”
“That must be the bookie Nate mentioned to us, Helen,” I say.
Dan looks at me and says, “Yeah, Helen told me about your conversation with Nate. I swear, that guy ca
