Chapter 22I tried to keep busy as I waited for Carlos to contact me again. By the end of the week, I drove over to AZC to see if anybody knew how to get in touch with him. A couple of guys said he was still in town, but nobody had any contact information. I considered getting in the truck and haunting the area where his parents lived, but that wouldn’t be right. It was his decision to make. Every time my cell phone rang, my fingers grew clumsy, and I damned near dropped it before I could flip it open. But it was never Carlos.
Greenby called to say he’d talked with Hartrand, who was pleased with the sculpture of the chieftain. A week ago, that would have meant something, but now it was only mildly exciting. So was the ten thousand dollars he was sending to my bank.
School ended, which mea
