attitude toward the opinion of neighbors, and are fashioning ours after it.
Mama, it was so lovely, to have a guest for dinner, as we used to at home; it made us feel, nearly, that this could be home, too. All that’s missing is you and Uncle Horst, but the day is fast approaching when your train leaves! Oh, Mama, I cannot wait to see you again!
Your tired but happy! Rosalie
That was it.
That was it?
Apparently so. I’d reached the end of the stack of printouts. Suddenly Rosalie was silent. Her romance, her marriage, the birth of her son—I wanted to follow her through that. I knew her now, and I wanted to stay with her. But I couldn’t. She was gone.
I stared into the dimness of my office, feeling the cloud that had begun to lift rolling back in. In my growing affection for Rosalie, my joy in watching her find, as she said, her sea legs in Shanghai, I’d almost let myself forget that at least part of her story had a tragic ending.
Elke and Horst never made it out of Austria.
That must be why the letters stopped. Rosalie must have learned there was no one to write to.
15
I don’t know how long I sat there, feeling simultaneously terrible for my eighteen-year-old Rosalie and like an idiot for caring so much. Terrific, Lydia. Here you are, all depressed over a sad story from sixty years ago. What’s wrong with you?
Well, it could be what was wrong with me was the sad story from yesterday.
All right, that was enough. If the moroseness in here got any thicker I’d need a cleaver to cut through it. There had to be something I could do.
Zhang Li, now. Mr. Chen’s cousin. Hadn’t I not pushed him for long enough?
I dug out his card and called. A pleasant woman told me in Cantonese that I’d reached Fast River Imports, but the boss was out and she didn’t know where to reach him or when he’d be back. I gave her my name, which did not make the boss miraculously reappear. Whether that meant he really wasn’t there or he was ducking me, I had no idea. I asked her to have Mr. Zhang call me at his earliest possible convenience and hung up.
All right, that hadn’t worked, but I still had to get out and move. Maybe I’d pop up to Mr. Zhang’s office, just in case he was one of those people—there were a lot of them, actually—who didn’t know how much he wanted to talk to me until he saw me, and saw me, and saw me.
Joel would have laughed, would have said, Chinsky, hold your horses. Have a little patience, he’d have suggested, lots of doors were still open. I just had to wait until David Rosenberg got in, until Zhang Li called me back, until Wong Pan tried to peddle Rosalie’s jewelry up the street here.
Joel would have mentioned something else, too, though. Chinsky? What exactly are you up to? Did you miss it? We’ve been fired.
Yes, well, maybe it was time to take that up with the client.
Alice’s cell rang three times, and then, just as I was starting to grit my teeth, she answered. “Lydia! How are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” I said. Which was true, if you didn’t count the sudden visions of Joel with blood all over the front of his shirt that flashed into my brain every few hours. “Fine.”
“I’m glad,” Alice said. “I hope you’re calling with good news. Have the police found anything?”
“No, but I have.” I ignored the “good news” part. “Alice, I called you before. Did you get my message?”
“You did? I’m sorry. I have eleven new messages, and the truth is, I was too dispirited to even look at them.”
“We need to talk,” I said. “Where are you?”
“Washington.”
“Washington?”
“I have friends here. I thought it might help to come down and see them.”
“When will you be back?”
“Tomorrow or the next day.”
“But you haven’t checked out of the Waldorf?”
“It’s tourist season. I have the room booked for two weeks. If I give it up I’ll never get another. I’ll call you when I’m back.”
“No, wait. This is really important. Have you spoken to your clients in Zurich?”
“Yes, I told them what had happened. They agreed we should suspend the search for the jewelry until Joel’s murder is solved. I’m sorry, I know—”
“Alice, what do you know about them?”
“About the Kleins?”
“That’s the name they gave you?”
“What do you mean?”
“They told you they’re Horst Peretz’s daughter’s