Before I head out, though, I need to check on Daisy. She sounded terrified on the phone. I raise my hand to knock on her door, but before I can make contact, it’s pulled open and a very disheveled Daisy Buchanan stands before me.
“Did you get him?” she asks timidly.
Why do I think she already knows the answer to that question? She seems to be aware of everything that’s going on at Kara’s place.
“He’s in custody.”
She sighs with relief. “Okay. Good.”
I’m not sure why, but I ask, “Mind if I ask you a few questions?”
“No.” She opens the door the rest of the way. “Come on in.”
Stepping into Daisy’s apartment, I notice something has changed. “You got rid of the boxes?” The ones that were blocking the sliding glass doors that lead to the deck are gone.
“Oh, yeah. I finally went through it all.”
I can’t help my next question. “How long had they been there?”
“A while.” She shrugs. “I’ve just been, erm, busy.”
Which reminds me. “What do you do, Daisy?”
She blinks at me, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve seen her without her giant glasses. Her eyes are large, yes, but the big eyewear must magnify them some. But now I can see her eye color. I was right to say gray, but in her incandescent lights, I’d say her eyes were more steel gray. No matter, she looks… pretty.Verypretty.
She blinks several times before she speaks. “For a job, you mean?”
“Yes. What do you do for a job?”
“Oh, um, I work from home.”
“You do? What do you do?”
“Research.”
Wow, getting information from this girl is like pulling teeth.
“What kind of research?”
“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?” Daisy’s got her hands on her hips and a scowl on his face.
I chuckle. “I guess not.” I mean, what’s the big deal?
“Fine.” She scoffs. “I work for my dad.”
“Your dad?” I thought she didn’t like her father. At least that’s the impression I got the last time we spoke.
“He writes articles and papers. You know, ‘publish or perish,’ as they say in academia.”
I’ve never heard that expression before. I may have to do a little search later. “So, you research for your father.”
She shrugs. “Yeah.”
I want to ask her if that’s a full-time gig, because if not, I’m curious how she affords this place. It isn’t cheap.
Deciding to return to the topic at hand, I say, “So, the guy who just broke into Kara’s place. You see him before?”
Daisy gives me one nod. “He’s been here a few times that I’ve seen, so probably more.”
