Page 377 of A Matter of Time

“Jesus, Jory, who are you?”

“Knock it off.”

“You are seriously scary. You found the place?”

“I found it, and I told the police, and they got the body of one of the guys that held us.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No.”

“Jesus, I had no idea you fought crime on the side.”

“Shut up. I just ran down a lead.”

“Ran down a lead?”

“What?”

“You are seriously fucked up. Your ass should be home hiding in the dark.”

“Whatever. Listen⁠—”

“Who was he? The guy that held us, I mean?”

“Some guy named Greg Fain.”

“Name’s not familiar.”

“I didn’t think it would be, but that’s not what I wanted to ask you about.”

“What do you wanna ask?”

“I think you and me would know better’n anybody what to look for in the house.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“So I’m on my way to look around, and when I get there, I’m gonna call you, and as I’m walking around, you can tell me if you remember anything.”

“Maybe I should just come.”

“Are you up to doing that?”

“Yeah, I’m up to it, but, Jory, maybe we should wait, huh? And go with somebody?”

“Why? The police have already been all over the place—it would just be you and me, and with our eyes, we might find something they missed, ya know?”

“Fine. I’ll play along. I want this shit over with too. I’ll call you as soon as I hit town tomorrow.”

“You went home?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I just thought you were here in Chicago.”

“No.”

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Don’t call Dane, all right?”