It was Lisa from the phone company.
«What’s up?»
«You asked me to put a tracer on the phone in Brenda Slaughter’s dorm.»
«Right.»
«Someone beat me to it.»
Myron nearly slammed on the brake. «What?»
«There’s already a tap on her phone.»
«For how long?»
«I don’t know.»
«Can you trace it back? See who put it on?»
«Nope. And the number is blocked out.»
«What does that mean?»
«I can’t read anything on it. I can’t get a trace or even look at old bills on the computer. My guess is, someone in law enforcement is behind it. I can poke around, but I doubt I’ll come up with anything.»
«Please try, Lisa. And thanks.»
He hung up. A missing father, threatening phone calls, a possible car tail, and now a phone tap: Myron was starting to get nervous here. Why would someone -someone with authority – have a tap on Brenda’s phone? Was that person part of the group making the threatening phone calls? Were they tapping her phone to track down her father or-
Hold the phone.
Hadn’t one of the threatening calls told Brenda to call her mother? Why? Why would someone have said that? More important, if Brenda had obeyed the call – and if she had indeed known where her mother was hiding -the people behind the trace would have been able to find Anita too. Was that what this was really all about?
Was someone looking for Horace… or Anita?
«We have a problem,» Myron told her.
They sat in the car. Brenda turned toward him and waited.
«Your phone is bugged,» he said.
«What?»
«Someone has been listening in to your calls. You’re also being tailed by someone.»
«But-» Brenda stopped, shrugged. «Why? To find my father?»
«That’s the best bet, yes. Someone is anxious to get to Horace. They’ve already attacked your aunt. You might be next on their list.»
«So you think I’m in danger.»
«Yes.»
She watched his face. «And you have a suggested course of action.»
«I do,» he said.
«I’m listening.»
«First, I’d like to have your dorm room swept for bugs.»
«I have no problem with that.»
«Second, you have to get out of your dorm room. You’re not safe there.»
She considered this for a moment. «I can stay with a friend. Cheryl Sutton. She’s the other captain of the Dolphins.»
Myron shook his head. «These people know you. They’ve been following you, listening to your phone calls.»
«Meaning?»
«Meaning they probably know who your friends are.»
«Including Ms. Sutton.»
«Yes.»
«And you think they’ll look for me there?»
«It’s a possibility.»
Brenda shook her head and faced forward. «This is spooky.»
«There’s more.»
He told her about the Bradford family and about her mother finding the body.
«So what does that mean?» Brenda asked when he finished.
«Probably nothing,» Myron said. «But you wanted me to tell you everything, right?»
«Right.» She leaned back and chewed at her lower lip. After some time had passed, she asked, «So where do you think I should stay?»
«Do you remember my mentioning my friend Win?»
«The guy who owns Lock-Horne Securities?»
«His family does, right. I’m supposed to go to his place tonight to discuss a business problem. I think you should come too. You can stay at his apartment.»
«You want me to stay with him?»
«Just for tonight. Win has safe houses all over. We’ll find you someplace.»
She made a face. «A preppy Mainliner who knows about safe houses?»
«Win,» Myron said, «is more than he appears.»
She crossed her arms under her chest. «I don’t want to act like a jackass and hand you that phony crap about how I’m not going to let this interfere with my life. I know you’re helping me, and I want to cooperate.»
«Good.»
«But,» she added, «this league means a lot to me. So does my team. I’m not going to just walk away from that.»
«I understand.»
«So whatever we do, will I be able to go to practice? Will I be able to play in the opener Sunday?»
«Yes.»
Brenda nodded. «Okay then,» she said. «And thank you.»
They drove to her dorm room. Myron waited downstairs while she packed a bag. She had her own room, but she wrote a note to her suite mate that she was staying with a friend for a few days. The whole enterprise took her less than ten minutes.
She came down with two bags over her shoulders. Myron relieved her of one. They were heading out the door when Myron spotted FJ standing next to his car.
«Stay here,» he told her.
Brenda ignored him and kept pace. Myron looked to his left. Bubba and Rocco were there. They waved at him. Myron did not wave back. That’ll show them.
FJ leaned against the car, completely relaxed, almost too relaxed, like an old movie drunk against a lamppost.
«Hello, Brenda,» FJ said.
«Hello, FJ.»
Then he nodded toward Myron. «And you too, Myron.»
His smile did more than lack warmth. It was the most purely physical smile Myron had ever seen, a byproduct strictly of the brain giving specific orders to certain muscles. It touched no part of him but his lips.
Myron circled the car and feigned inspecting it. «Not a bad job, FJ. But next time put a little muscle into the hubcaps. They’re filthy.»
FJ looked at Brenda. «This the famed Bolitar rapier wit I’ve heard so much about?»
She shrugged sympathetically.
Myron motioned at them with his hands. «You two know each other?»
«But of course,» FJ said. «We went to prep school together. At Lawrenceville.»
Bubba and Rocco lumbered a few steps closer. They looked like Luca Brasa Youth.
Myron eased between Brenda and FJ. The protective move would probably piss her off, but tough. «So what can we do for you, FJ?»
«I just want to make sure that Ms. Slaughter is honoring her contract with me.»
«I don’t have a contract with you,» Brenda said.
«Your father – one Horace Slaughter – is your agent, no?»
«No,» Brenda said. «Myron is.»
«Oh?» FJ’s eyes slithered toward Myron. Myron kept up the eye contact, but there was still nothing there, like looking into the windows of an abandoned building. «I’d been informed otherwise.»
Myron shrugged. «Life is change. FJ. Gotta learn to adapt.»
«Adapt,» FJ said, «or die.».
Myron nodded and said, «Oooo.»
FJ kept the stare going a few more seconds. He had skin that looked like wet clay, as if it might dissolve under heavy rains. He turned back to Brenda. «Your father used to be your agent,» he said. «Before Myron.»
Myron handled that one. «And what if he was?»
«He signed with us. Brenda was going to bow out of the WPBA and join the PWBL. It’s all spelled out in the contract.»
Myron looked at Brenda. She shook her head. «You have Ms. Slaughter’s signature on those contracts?» he asked.
«Like I said, her father-»
«Who has no legal standing in this matter whatsoever. Do you have Brenda’s signature or not?»
FJ looked rather displeased. Bubba and Rocco moved closer still. «We do not.»
«Then you have nothing.» Myron unlocked his car door. «But we’ve all enjoyed this too brief time together. I know I’m a better person for it.»
Bubba and Rocco started toward him. Myron opened the car door. His gun was under his car seat. He debated making a move. It would be dumb, of course. Someone – probably Brenda or Myron – would get hurt.
FJ lifted a hand, and the two men stopped as though they’d been sprayed by Mr. Freeze. «We’re not mobsters,» FJ said. «We’re businessmen.»
«Right,» Myron said. «And Bubba and Rocco over there – they your CPAs?»
A tiny smile came to FJ’s lips. The smile was strictly reptilian, meaning it was far warmer than his other ones. «If you are indeed her agent,» FJ said, «then it would behoove you to speak with me.»