“Humor us and tell it again,” Shahla said munching on a chip.
“No problem. I was at church.”
“What church is that?” Tony asked, feeling that he should be helping Shahla.
“The Church of the Risen Lord.”
“I’ve never heard of it.” And the fact that Nathan didn’t look either of them in the eye made the story sound suspect.
“It’s northeast of the airport, about ten miles from here.”
“Is that where you live?” Shahla asked.
“Near there. They have Thursday evening services that sometimes go until pretty late. Eleven or so.”
“And you have someone who can vouch for you?”
“Of course. I have a lot of friends there.”
“All right, you two can go,” Shahla said still without smiling.
“Thank you, Your Honor,” Kevin said, with a little bow. “Come on, Nathan, let’s get out of here before they ask us more questions.”
“Shahla is tenacious, isn’t she?” Nathan said. “I like that in a girl.”
They went out the door together.
Tony looked at Shahla and said, “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Didn’t you work the four-to-seven? Aren’t you leaving?”
“If you’d look at the time sheet, you’d know that I’m working the seven-to-ten.”
Tony hadn’t signed in on the time sheet yet. He did so now and, sure enough, Shahla was signed in for the seven-to-ten shift. She went into the listening room. He followed her, noticing that she had her dark hair in a ponytail, fastened with an elastic band he had recently learned was called a scrunchy, for reasons unknown. He liked ponytails. He said, “I wasn’t sure you were speaking to me.”
Shahla sat down at the table by the window, the one Tony liked, and said, “I shouldn’t be, but I need your help.”
Tony vowed to claim his seat first in the future. He sat down at one of the other tables. “Did Detective Croyden talk to you?”
“Yes. He came to my house.”
“How did you like him?”
“He’s not as bad as I thought he would be. He asked some good questions and he seemed to know what he was doing.”
“But you’re still conducting your own investigation.”
“That’s why I need your help.”
Tony was checking the bulletin board to see if there were any new notices. He spotted one from Gail. He read it aloud to Shahla: “When you take a call from the Chameleon, be sure to record everything he says. We particularly want information about where he lives and where he works. Don’t hang up on him unless his talk gets particularly offensive. Do not under any circumstances give him any information about Joy, the Hotline or yourselves. Do not agree to meet him anywhere. Give your call report to Nancy, Patty, or me, immediately. If none of us is here, place it on my desk.”
“Detective Croyden has been talking to the ladies in the office,” Tony said.
“Duh. I’m surprised you didn’t get fired.”
“How can you get fired from a volunteer job?”
“You know what I mean.”
“And yet you were willing to go with me. Nay, you insisted on going.”
“But I wasn’t planning to tell Croyden about it.”
“Okay, truce.” Tony liked this high-spirited girl too much to want to be at odds with her. “What do you plan to do now?”
The phone rang before she could say anything. Tony answered it. “Central Hotline. This is Tony.”
“I’ve got a problem,” a female voice said. “I need to talk to someone.”
“You can talk to me,” Tony said. “Who’s this?”
“Gertrude.”
He would bet a week’s pay that her name wasn’t really Gertrude, but she could be anonymous if she wanted to be. When she didn’t immediately say anything more, he said, “What’s your problem, Gertrude?”
“I like sex.”
He was tempted to say, “That’s a problem?” but she sounded quite young, so he waited her out. He put the call on the speaker so that Shahla could hear it.
After a pause she said, “I’m sixteen, but I like to have sex. What do you think I should do?”
The Hotline rule was to not give advice because the listeners were not trained counselors. Tony asked, “What would you like to do?”
“Should I stop having sex?”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No. I like sex. I’m always horny. But other kids are saying bad things about me.”
“So you’re getting a bad reputation? How do you feel about that?”
“How do you think I feel? I feel awful. So what do you think I should do? Should I go on fucking every boy I go out with or should I stop?”
This was turning into an obscene phone call, but it was also somewhat titillating. Tony had never heard of a call like this coming from a girl. He looked at Shahla. She had a look of surprise on her face. Then she walked out of the listening room. Tony took the call off the speaker, figuring that Shahla didn’t want to listen.
“I can give you the number of a sex hotline,” Tony said to the caller.
“Don’t brush me off,” the girl said. “Tell me what to do.”
“Have you talked to your parents about this?”
“Are you crazy? Of course not. I’m talking to you. So what should I do?”
“What would you like to do?” Tony repeated. He felt trapped. He wondered whether he should tell her this was an inappropriate call and hang up.
“You’re no help. You’re just like all the others.”
There was a click. She had hung up before he could. Tony stared at the receiver and said, “Whew.”
“Welcome to the club,” Shahla said. She had returned to the listening room with more chips. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”
“I guess not.” He wondered whether she was a female masturbator. Or perhaps it was a crank call. He finished filling out the call report and said, “Where were we?”
“We were talking about motives the other day. I was trying to think of someone who might have a motive to kill Joy.”
“And did you come up with anyone?”
“I’ve got a possibility. Her name is Martha, and she’s a listener on the Hotline.”
“You think the killer might be a female?”
“Detective Croyden said that was a possibility. And Martha is big enough and strong enough to do it.”
“Tell me about Martha.”
“She’s a senior at Bonita Beach, and she’s on the volleyball team.”
“Joy was on the volleyball team.”
“Joy was the star of the volleyball team. Because of her and several others, the team was expected to win the league championship.”
“How has the team been doing without her?”
“They’ve only played two games so far. They’ve split.”
“Sounds like they miss Joy.”
“Definitely.”
The phone rang, and Shahla answered it. Tony could tell from what she said that the caller was a harmless repeat who called almost every day. She would be tied up with him for fifteen minutes. Tony wondered why she thought that this girl Martha might have killed Joy. Maybe Shahla didn’t like Martha. Was she so anxious to find a killer that she was guilty of wishful thinking? Tony had to admit that she was right about the Chameleon being a potential suspect. But Croyden was handling him now. It wouldn’t do any harm to listen to Shahla. But if Martha really was a suspect, they would contact Detective Croyden, regardless of how Shahla felt about it.
Tony wandered into the snack room and made himself some popcorn in the microwave. It didn’t have butter on it, so it couldn’t be fattening-could it? He carried the bag back into the outer room. He noticed that an envelope was lying on the carpet, partially underneath the outside door. It hadn’t been there when he came in. Somebody must have slid it under the door. Tony had locked the door after Kevin and Nathan left. He was going to observe the locked-door rule, especially when Shahla was with him. Now he was glad he had.
CHAPTER 9
The envelope was white, business-size; there was nothing odd about it. Tony picked it up and immediately wondered whether he should have done that. What about fingerprints? He held it gingerly between his thumb and forefinger and looked at it from different angles. There was no writing on the outside. And it wasn’t sealed. The flap was just tucked in, and it would be easy to open. But should he open it? He held it up toward the overhead light. There was definitely a piece of paper inside. He set the envelope on the white table and stared at it.