Maria was a Latina in her mid-twenties with short dark hair that was cut in precise lines around her angular face. She greeted Julie with a toothy smile.
“Look at you girl. You need your bangs cut, right?”
“How’d you know?”
“I’m a professional, okay?”
The stylist next to her chuckled as she clipped away at the thinning hair of a young man.
“No school today?” asked Maria.
“Teacher conference.”
“How’s your mom?”
Julie didn’t blink. She’d been expecting this question.
“She’s fine.”
Julie settled in the chair and Maria swept a black smock over her and tightened it down around her neck.
Maria said, “You know, you’d look real cute with, like, a Zooey Deschanel cut. It’s so chic with glasses.”
“My eyesight is perfect,” said Julie.
“That’s not the point. It’s the look.”
“Have you seen Ida lately? The girl at the front told me she didn’t come in today.”
“I know. Surprised me. She never misses work and she had a full slate today. The boss is pissed. The economy still sucks and every dollar counts.”
“Business looks pretty good today.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like this every day.”
Julie said, “Apreciar todo lo bueno que viene su manera.”
Maria laughed and bopped Julie lightly on the head with her scissors. “You know I don’t speak Spanish.”
“I wonder where Ida is?” asked Julie.
“Don’t know. She was acting kind of funny day before yesterday.”
“Funny ha-ha or funny weird?”
“Definitely funny weird. She messed up a lady’s perm and then took two inches off a client instead of the one inch she wanted. Talk about a lady being pissed. You know how we women are about our hair. It’s like a religion. That and shoes.”
“Did you ask her what was up?”
“Yeah, but she wouldn’t say much. Just that it had something to do with Leo.”
“Her husband? Did he lose his job or something?”
“I doubt it. He works for the government. They don’t lose their jobs.”
“I don’t know about that. Lots of governments are cutting back now.”
“Well, anyway, I don’t think Leo got canned.”
“What does he do?”
“Something with the government, like I said.”
“Yeah, but what? And what government? D.C.? Feds?”
“Well, aren’t you just the nosy one today?”
“Just naturally curious. All teenagers are.”
“Right. My youngest sister is seventeen and she could give a crap about anything or anybody other than herself.”
“I’m an only child. We tend to be more observant.”
“Well, I’m not sure where Leo works. But Ida told me one time that his job was pretty important. Down on Capitol Hill somewhere.”
“Then maybe he works for the federal government.”
“Maybe he does.”
“So Ida wasn’t in yesterday either?”
“Nope, but that’s okay. It was her day off. But today is a whole different story.”
Maria had been working this whole time and said, “Okay, we are done and looking sharp. But think about those glasses, okay?”
Julie admired her hair in the mirror. “Thanks, Maria.”
Maria took the smock off and Julie pulled out some cash. Maria waved it off.
“No, this one is on me.”
“But you should get paid.”
“I tell you what, you can start teaching me some Spanish when you come in. My mother is really ragging me to learn it.”
Julie smiled. “Deal.”
CHAPTER
45
ROBIE HAD NOT STAYED in the Volvo the entire time he was waiting for Julie. He was roaming. And watching. He knew there were eyes out there somewhere. He just wanted to find them before they found him.
And he had things to think about.
He had two cases going simultaneously.
Jane Wind was dead along with her young son. She was with the Defense Department. She’d traveled to Iraq and Afghanistan and probably other hot spots. Robie’s handler had been turned and had ordered Robie to kill her. Now the handler was missing and Robie was investigating murders that had occurred when he’d been present. Nicole Vance was sharp and Robie had to be extra careful he didn’t slip up around her. Rick Wind had been found with his tongue cut out and hanging upside down in his pawnshop. No leads there either.
And then he had Julie Getty. Parents murdered and the crime scene policed. Killer on the bus to finish the job. Bus blows up. Robie’s gun was found at the scene, which made the Feds believe the cases were connected. And the guy who’d attacked them in the alley had disappeared. The Broomes’ apartment had been scrubbed too, and Robie didn’t know where they were. Or if they were still alive.
He glanced at the salon and saw through the window that Julie was getting ready to leave. If he were a betting man