Mildred Pierced (26 page)

Authors: Stuart M. Kaminsky

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BOOK: Mildred Pierced

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The wall behind my desk was big enough for my Salvador Dalí painting of the mother and two babies in addition to the photograph of me, Phil, our dad and our dog Kaiser Wilhelm. I’d put them up later.

Jeremy had agreed to our paying the same rent I had been paying Shelly for my closet, with the understanding that if and when we could afford it, the rent would go up.

“But not significantly,” Jeremy had assured us.

We all stood there for a few seconds, and then Phil moved to the window and looked down. I knew he was seeing the alley and small empty lot behind the Farraday.

“It’s great, Jeremy, thanks,” I said.

Phil nodded in agreement, turning from the window and looking around the room. His world had changed. I think with Ruth gone, that’s what he wanted. I didn’t know how we would work together—or
if
we could work together. We would see.

We stood silently, not knowing what to say.

The phone on Phil’s desk rang. He picked it up, hesitated and said, “Pevsner and Peters,” and then, “Yes. Right.” He took his notebook, the same one he had been using as a cop, put it on the desk and pulled out a pencil. “Yes,” he continued writing. “I’ve got it. We can get there in …”

Phil looked at his watch and then at me.

I put out both hands palms up to indicate that it was up to him.

“… about an hour,” Phil finished.

He hung up the phone, looked down at his notebook and said, “Harry Blackstone wants to see us.”

“The magician?” Violet asked excitedly. “The one who makes the lightbulb fly around the audience?”

“Yes,” said Phil.

My brother and I looked at each other.

We were in business.

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