Scavengers (30 page)
“I can do that.”
“Good,” she said, heading for the door. “And tread softly. The last thing you want to do is tip him off. Enriquez’s been around for a long time, and he’s not about to run out of town tonight.”
Gayle Torrez met Estelle in the hallway. “Francis just called. I didn’t want to interrupt you guys.” She handed Estelle a small deck of While You Were Out notes, and then stepped past into her husband’s office and handed him his own assortment of messages.
“He wonders if you have time to meet him for lunch,” Gayle said. Out of reflex, Estelle’s eyes drifted to the hall clock. “I told him I’d give you the message. And there’s about ten other people who want to talk to you, too.”
“Lunch sounds good,” Estelle said, and handed the messages back to Gayle without reading them. “And then a long nap, and then the afternoon with Francisco and Carlos, and a long chat with my mother…would you stick those in my mailbox?” She grinned at the impassive expression that had settled over Robert Torrez’s face. “Just kidding, Bobby.” She turned to Tom Pasquale.
“And I’m serious about calling your insurance company,
Tomás
. It’d be really interesting if a little insurance fraud was tied in with that fire.”
“Because I really do want to arrest somebody,” Torrez said, with a fair imitation of Estelle’s soft alto voice.
“Yes, I do,” she said. “If Francis calls again in the next thirty seconds, tell him I’m on my way over to the hospital to pick him up.”
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