notice the screen’s lit. I’ve barely withdrawn my hand when the door swings open. Dressed now, he quickly grabs his phone from the table and stuffs it in his back pocket.
“Food not here yet?”
“No.” Although maybe the concierge rang and I didn’t hear it because of the blood pulsing hard between my ears. Hugh lied to me. He’s been in touch with this Ashley, Sasha’s good buddy. He’s called her more than once, meaning he might be meeting with her, or even hooking up. Was he with her tonight? For the very first time, I seriously consider the fact that my husband could be having an affair.
But then why no recent calls? Maybe he’s put things on hold because of my problems. Or he’s bought a burner phone solely for contact with her.
“Are you thinking about your detective? I’m sorry I didn’t sound more sympathetic.”
“Thanks.”
“I picked up some wine. Would you like a glass?” The buzzer rings from the other side of the apartment. “I’ll get that.”
My stomach’s roiling. I don’t even know how I can eat tonight or carry on a normal conversation with him. Though honestly, when was the last time I had a conversation with Hugh that felt the least bit normal?
My phone rings, jarring me again. It’s Jay Williams.
“Have you got a minute?” he asks when I answer.
“Of course.” It takes all my mental energy to force my attention on the call.
“I looked through the notes on your case to see if there were any red flags.”
“And were there?”
“None obvious to me. But can you get me up to speed on a few things? When you spoke to Kurt last night, I assume he filled you in on where he was in the investigation?”
I explain how Mulroney told me I spent all Tuesday night at my WorkSpace office, possibly sleeping, and even more time than previously noted in the East Village on Wednesday. I describe finding my purse and learning about my trip to the restaurant Pairings.
“It looks like Kurt also spoke to a waitress who saw you the first morning you went missing.”
“Oh, right. And I apparently told her I needed to get down to Forty-Second Street, though I have no clue why. At this point in time, Tuesday afternoon is still a total blank. But that’s when my phone went missing and when I think something must have happened to me.”
“Okay, give me a minute while I skim the notes again.”
In my mind’s eye I see him leaning forward, squinting at his computer screen. Suddenly I’m aware of noises coming from the rest of apartment—the murmur of Hugh’s voice as he pays the delivery guy, the crinkle of a paper bag. My stomach knots as I’m torn back to my ugly discovery from five minutes ago. What am I going to do about Hugh?
Williams has asked me another question.
“Sorry, can you repeat that?” I say.
“Did Kurt mention the letters G.C. to you? Do you know someone with these initials?”
“G.C.? No, why?”
“He added them with a question mark toward the end of his notes.”
“Um, my best friend’s name is Gabby Kane, but she spells it with a K, not a C.”
“Okay, if anything comes to you, will you let me know right away?”
“Of course. Is that the last thing in his notes?”
“Yes, from yesterday afternoon. He apparently didn’t have a chance to update the file any further before he went out.”
There’s a pause. I sense him hesitating.
“One more thing before I let you go.” His tone seems ever more sober now. “I’d left messages for a few buddies of Kurt’s, and one of them called me back a minute ago. He said he spoke to Kurt right around the same time you did, and they agreed to meet up later for beers.”
“So . . . ?”
“He said Kurt told him he was on a job and couldn’t meet him until after nine.”
“Which is basically what he told us. That he was working.”
“Yeah. Like I said earlier, maybe he just needed to hear himself say it, but there’s a chance he really was working and went to that park for another reason besides sex. I’m sharing everything I know with the cops, and I’m going to go up there tomorrow and have a look around.”
“You think he met with someone who ended up killing him?”
“It’s possible.”
“Something related to my investigation? I’ve never even heard of that park before.”
“Look, we have a bunch of cases going at the moment, which means Kurt was sometimes dealing with more