“Oh?”
“He’s circling around the place where his family died. He can’t let go, it’s the same as with that cat he wants you to stuff. Just like…” Bob stopped.
“Yes?” said Mike.
Bob swallowed. “It’s the same as I’ve been doing with Alice and Frankie. We stalk memories.”
“I understand.”
“You said Gomez and his family had lived in Phillips West. Do you have that address?”
“He said something…I can’t remember, Bob, I just woke up. But anyway, remember, his family didn’t die in that house.”
“No, but that’s the place where they were happy.Happinessis what we cling to, Mike.”
Bob heard a yawn from the other end.
“I suppose you might be right. Let me make some coffee here and I’ll dig around in my memory.”
“Okay, I’ll call back in half an hour. Talk then. Wait, you were the one who called me. What is it?”
“Just keeping my word.”
It took Bob a moment to understand. “You mean…? Has he…?”
“Yes. Tomás has been in touch.”
“How?”
“Just now. He called my cell phone.”
“What did he say?”
“Just said his name.”
“Just his name?”
“Yeah. He hung up almost straightaway.”
“Where was he calling from?”
“I don’t know, but it sounded like from a pay phone. You know, the clink when the coins drop.”
“Do you have the number he called from?”
“Guess it’s here in the Calls log. Just a moment…”
As Mike read out the number Bob noted it down.
“Can you repeat for me the conversation in as much detail as you can, Mike?”
“Sure,” said Mike. “But that won’t be necessary.”
“Why not?”
“I used that app of yours.”
“You recorded the conversation?”
