It was the best Pierce could come up with while sitting in the car. Curt reached under the counter and came back up with a blue binder, which he opened to pages listing boxes by number and their availability. His finger drew down a column of numbers and stopped.
"Oh, this one."
Pierce tried to read what was on the page but it was upside down and too far away.
"What?"
"Well, it's occupied at the moment but it might not be for long."
"What's that mean?"
"It means there's a person in that box, but she didn't pay this month's rent. So she's in the grace period. If she shows up and pays, she keeps the box. If she doesn't show up by the end of the month, then she's out and you're in -if you can wait that long."
Pierce put a concerned look on his face.
"That's kind of long. I wanted to get this set up. Do you know if there's a number or an address for this person? You know, to contact her and ask if she still wants the box."
"I've sent out two late notices and put one in the box. We usually don't call."
Pierce became excited but didn't show it. What Curt had said meant that there was another address for Lilly Quinlan. This excitement was immediately tempered by the fact that he had no idea how to get it from the young man who had it.
"Well, is there a number? If you could call this woman right now and find something out, I'd be willing to rent the box right now. And I'd pay for a year up front."
"Well, I'll have to look it up. It will take me a minute."
"Take your time. I'd rather get all of this done now than have to come back."
Curt went to a desk that was against the wall behind the counter and sat down. He opened a file drawer and took out a thick hanging file. He was still too far away for Pierce to be able to read any of the documents he was going through. Curt ran his finger down one page and then held it on a spot. With his other hand he picked up the phone on the desk but was interrupted before making the call by a customer who had entered the shop.
"I need to send a fax to New York," she said.
Curt got up and went to the counter. From underneath he pulled out a fax cover sheet and told the woman to fill it out. He returned to the desk. He put his finger back on the document and lifted the phone.
"Am I going to be charged for faxing this cover sheet?"
It was the other customer.
"No, ma'am. Only the documents you need to fax."
He said it like he had said it only a million times before.
Finally, he punched in a number on the phone. Pierce tried to watch his finger and get the number but it was too fast. Curt waited a long time before finally speaking into the phone.
"This is a message for Lilly Quinlan. Could you please call us at All American Mail.
Rent on your box is overdue and we'll be re-renting it if we do not hear from you. My name is Curt. Thank you very much."
He gave the number and hung up, then came toward Pierce at the counter. The woman with the fax shook it at him.
"I'm in a big hurry," she said.
"I'll be right with you, ma'am," Curt said.
He looked at Pierce and shook his head.
"I got her machine. There's really nothing that I can do until either I hear from her or the end of the month comes and I don't. That's the policy."
"I understand. Thanks for trying."
Curt started running his finger down the columns in the binder again.
"You want to leave a number where I can reach you if I hear from her?"
"I'll just check with you tomorrow."
Pierce took a business card off a plastic rack on the counter and headed toward the door.
Curt called after him.
"What about twenty-seven?"
Pierce turned back.
"What?"
"Twenty-seven. Isn't that what three cubed is?"
Pierce slowly nodded. Curt was smarter than he looked.
"I've got that box open if you want it."
"I'll think about it."
He waved and returned to the door. Behind him he heard the woman telling Curt that he shouldn't make paying customers wait.
In the car Pierce put the business card in his shirt pocket and checked his watch. It was almost noon. He had to get back to his apartment to meet Monica Purl, his assistant.
She'd agreed to wait at his apartment for the shipment of furniture he had ordered. The delivery window was noon until four and Pierce had decided Friday morning that he'd rather pay someone else to wait while he used the time in the lab preparing the next week's presentation for Goddard. Now he doubted he was going to go to the lab, but he would still use Monica to wait for the delivery. He also now had another plan for her as well.
When he got to the Sands he found her waiting in the lobby. The security officer on the door would not let her go up to the twelfth floor without approval of the resident she was going to visit.
"Sorry about that," Pierce said. "Were you waiting long?"
She was carrying a stack of magazines for reading while she waited for the delivery.
"Just a few minutes," Monica said.
They went into the elevator alcove and had to wait. Monica Purl was a tall, thin blonde with the kind of skin that was so pale that just touching it might leave a mark. She was about twenty-five and had been with the company since she was twenty. She had been Pierce's personal assistant for only six months, getting the promotion from Charlie Condon for her five years of service. In that time Pierce had learned that the aura of fragility her build and coloring projected was false. Monica was organized and opinionated and got things done.
The elevator opened and they got on. Pierce hit the twelve button and they started to ascend, the elevator moving quickly.
"You sure you want to be in this place when the big one hits?" Monica asked.
"This building was engineered to take an eight point oh," he replied. "I checked before I rented. I trust the science."
"Because you're a scientist?"
"I guess."
"But do you trust the builders who carry out the science?"
It was a good point. He didn't have anything to say to that. The door slid open on twelve and they walked down the hall to his apartment.
"Where am I going to tell them to put everything?" Monica asked. "Do you have like a design plan or a layout in mind?"
"Not really. Just tell them to put stuff where you think it will look good. I also need you to do a favor for me before I leave."
He opened the door.
"What kind of favor?" Monica said suspiciously.
Pierce realized that she thought he might be making a move on her. Now that he and Nicole were no more. He had a theory that all attractive women thought that all men were out to make a move on them. He almost laughed but didn't.
"Just a phone call. I'll write it down."
In the living room he picked up the phone. There was a broken dial tone and when he checked messages there was only one and it was for Lilly. But it was not from Curt at All American Mail. It was just another potential client checking on her availability. He erased the message and tried to figure it out, finally deciding that Lilly had put down her cell phone number on the mailbox application forms. Curt had called her cell phone.
It wouldn't change his plan.
He brought the phone to the couch and sat down and wrote the name Lilly Quinlan on a fresh page of his notebook. He then pulled the business card out of his pocket.
"I want you to call this number and say you are Lilly Quinlan. Ask for Curt and tell him you got his message. Tell him his call was the first you'd heard about your payment being overdue and ask him why they didn't send you a notice in the mail. Okay?"
"Why -what is this for?"
"I can't explain it all to you but it's important."
"I don't know if I want to impersonate somebody. It's not -"
"What you are doing is totally harmless. It's what hackers call social engineering. What Curt is going to tell you is that he did send you a notice. Then you say, 'Oh, really? What address did you send it to?' When he gives you the address write it down. That's what I need. The address. As soon as you get it you can get off the call. Just tell him you'll come by as soon as you can to pay, and hang up. I just need that address."