Chapter Three
“Did he take out any cash before he left?” I asked.
“Just a thousand dollars,” Joanie said. “Pocket money, you know.”
“OK.”
“Where is he?” she asked. “What’s happened?”
“How would I know? Maybe you should call the police.”
“But you said they’re going to ask why I didn’t call before.”
We walked into the house. Her housekeeper Maria was nowhere in sight. We sat in the living room. A plate of scrambled eggs and a martini glass rested on the glass coffee table. Huge picture windows looked out at the back of her property. She picked up the martini glass and emptied the contents into her mouth.
“Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry. Should I hide the martini glass or get you a drink?”
I blinked. Really? She would get me a drink? I didn’t know if that was awful or generous.
“No,” I s
