Camouflage(29)
We got the financial end out of the way first. Tamara had the standard agency contract ready; Ms. LoPresti gave it a hurried read-through, saying, “David was satisfied with it, I’m sure it’s fine,” signed it, and wrote a check to cover the retainer. Then we interviewed her in my office.
She had questions of her own first. “On the phone you said David called you Tuesday afternoon, upset because the woman you found isn’t Roxanne McManus.”
“That’s what he said, yes.”
“How is that possible?”
“We’re not sure yet. It’s one of the things we’ll be looking into.”
Tamara said, “But we didn’t make a mistake. I double-checked our research—it’s accurate.”
“I believe you. We researched detective agencies before we chose yours. You come highly recommended.”
Vindicated, Tamara smiled and nodded. I wondered if she’d noticed Judith LoPresti’s use of the plural pronoun, indicating Virden wasn’t as much the alpha party in their relationship as he’d let on. Probably she had. She’s smarter than I am and she doesn’t miss much.
“The report you gave David—I’d like a copy of it.”
“I’ve already printed one out. I’ll get it for you when we’re done here.”
Ms. LoPresti said, “David would certainly know a woman he was married to, even after eight years. She couldn’t have changed that much.”
“Not likely.”
“Well, then? Is this woman an impostor?”
“It’s one possibility,” I said. Better to be noncommittal at this point.
“Could she have had anything to do with David’s disappearance?”
“He’d already left her home when he called here.”
“But he could have gone back.”
“Yes, he could have.”
“Did he tell you where he was calling from?”
“No. It might’ve been his car—faint background noises.”
“Then why didn’t he call me with the news? My cell was on the entire day.”
I kept quiet. So did Tamara. She knew better than to share her dire speculations with a client.
Routine questions, then, me asking most of them by tacit agreement.
“I take it your fiancé has never done anything like this before? Willfully disappeared for a short period without telling anyone?”
“Not in the year I’ve known him. Never, I’m sure. He’s simply not that sort of person.”
“Business problems of any kind that you know about?”
“No. He has a very secure position with Hungerford and Son.”
“Personal problems? Enemies?”
“None. Everyone likes David.”
I didn’t and Tamara didn’t and he’d been divorced three times, so the answer was ingenuous. So was her response to my next question.
“Pardon me for asking this, but we need to know. Does he have a history of mental problems or alcohol or chemical abuse?”
“Absolutely not. David is the most stable and sober man I’ve ever known.” The implication from her tone being that she wouldn’t have accepted his marriage proposal if he was anything but.
“Does he have any friends in the city, anyone he might contact if he had a problem or an emergency?”
“No. The only people he knows here are casual business acquaintances. We’ve driven up a few times for dinner, the symphony, a show. He would have introduced me to any friends he had here, or at least told me about them.”
Not necessarily, but I let it go. “Is there anywhere you can think of that he might have gone voluntarily?”
“No. And certainly not without notifying me or his office.”
“Do you own a second home?”
“My family has a house at Lake Tahoe, but David would never go there by himself. Besides, it’s closed up this time of year.”
“Okay. One more thing. A photo, if you have one.”
“Yes, but it’s wallet size.”
“That’ll do.”
It was a nicely framed head-and-shoulders snapshot, Virden smiling all over his handsome face, one eye half-closed as though he’d been snapped in the middle of a wink. She seemed reluctant to part with it. “It’s my favorite,” she said, “and I’m not sure I still have the negative. I’d like it back when you find David.”
“Of course.”
“You’ll start looking for him right away?”
I said we would, and that we’d let her know as soon as we found out anything she should know.
“Thank you. I hope…” She stopped, nibbled her lower lip, and substituted a wan smile for what she’d been about to say. Scared, all right, and trying not to show it. Her bearing remained regal, the wan smile fixed, as I showed her out.