the profile for Charlie, since he had allergies, but that might just be an indication of his diabolical genius. (Ray had been a street cop, so it hadn't really been necessary for him to study criminal profiling, and his theories tended toward the colorful, a side effect of his Beta Male imagination and large DVD collection.)
But Charlie had asked Ray to use his contacts on the force and at the DMV a half-dozen times to locate people, all of whom ended up dead a few weeks later. But not murders. And while a lot of items belonging to the recently deceased had turned up in the shop in the last few years (Ray had found antitheft numbers etched on a dozen items and called them in to a friend on the force who identified the owners), none of them had been murdered either. There were a few accidents, but mostly it was natural causes. Either Charlie was devious to an extraordinary degree, or Ray was out of his mind, a possibility that he didn't discount completely, if for no other reason than he had three ex-wives who would testify to it. Thus, he'd devised the workout ruse to draw Charlie out. Then again, Charlie had always treated him really well, and if it turned out he didn't have a mountain lair full of mummified camp counselors, Ray knew he'd feel bad about tricking him.
What if there was nothing wrong with Charlie except that he needed to get laid?
Ray was chatting with Eduardo, his new girlfriend at when Charlie came down the back steps.
"Ray, I need you to find someone for me."
"Hang on a second, I have to sign off. Charlie, check out my new squeeze." Ray pulled up a photo on the screen of a heavily made-up but attractive Asian woman.
"She's pretty, Ray. I can't give you any time off right now to go to the Philippines, though. Not until we hire someone to take Lily's shifts." Charlie leaned into the screen. "Dude, her name is Eduardo."
"I know. It's a Filipino thing, like Edwina."
"She has a five-o'clock shadow."
"You're just being a racist. Some races have more facial hair than others. I don't care about that, I just want someone who is honest and caring and attractive."
"She has an Adam's apple."
Ray squinted at the screen, then quickly clicked off the monitor and spun around on the stool. "So who do you need me to find?"
"It's okay, Ray," Charlie said. "An Adam's apple doesn't preclude someone from being honest, caring, and attractive, it just makes it less likely."
"Right. It was just bad lighting, I think. Anyway, who do you need to find?"
"All I have is the name Madison McKerny. I know he or she lives in the city, but that's all I know."
"It's a she."
"Pardon me?"
"Madison, it's a stripper's name."
Charlie shook his head. "You know this woman?"
"I don't know her, although the name seems familiar. But Madison is a new-generation stripper name. Like Reagan and Morgan."
"Lost me, Ray."
"I've spent some time in strip joints, Charlie. I'm not proud of it, but it's sort of what you do when you're a cop. And you pick up on the pattern of stripper names."
"Didn't know that."
"Yeah, and there's sort of a progression going back to the fifties: Bubbles, Boom Boom, and Blaze begat Bambi, Candy, and Jewel, who begat Sunshine, Brandy, and Cinnamon, who begat Amber, Brittany, and Brie, who begat Reagan, Morgan, and Madison. Madison is a stripper name."
"Ray, you weren't even alive in the fifties."
"No, I wasn't alive during the forties either, but I know about World War Two and big-band music. I'm into history."
"Right. So, I need to look for a stripper? Doesn't help. I don't even know where to start."
"I'll go through the DMV and the tax records. If she's in town we'll have an address on her by this afternoon. Why do you need to find her?"
There was a pause while Charlie pretended to find a smudge on the glass of the counter display case, wiped it away, then said, "Uh, it's an estate thing. One of the estates we got recently had some items that were left to her."
"Shouldn't the executor of the estate take care of that, or his lawyer?"
"It's minutiae, not named in the will. The executor asked me to handle it. There's fifty bucks in it for you."
Ray grinned. "That's okay, I was going to help anyway, but if she turns out to be a stripper I get to go with you, okay?"
"Deal," Charlie said.
Three hours