I HAD NO IDEA how to get in touch with Steve.
It was late - who the hell knew where he was staying. And Jill had only been missing for the day. She could show up and be pissed over all the attention. There was nothing to do but wait and worry ourselves sick and, in my case, feel guilty.
I called Cindy and she was there in fifteen minutes. Claire called Edmund and said she was going to stay for a while, maybe the night.
We sat in Jill's den1, curled up on couches. There was always the chance she'd had a change of mind and gone to visit Steve, somewhere.
Around eleven my cell phone rang. But it was only Jacobi, checking in, telling me no one in the Berkeley bars they'd checked admitted to recognizing Hardaway. Then we all sat around without speaking. I don't even remember what time we dozed2 off.
I woke a few times in the night, thought I heard some-thing. "Jill?" But it wasn't her.
First thing in the morning, I went home. Joe had made the bed and left the apartment looking tidy. I showered and called in to the office to say I'd be late.
An hour later I was down at Steve's office in the Financial Center. I left the Explorer right there on the street. By the time I pushed through the office doors, I could barely control the panic I was feeling.
Steve was right there, in reception. He was practically draped over the receptionist, sipping3 a coffee, his leg perched casually4 on a chair.
"Where is she?" I said. I must've startled him because coffee splattered all over his pink Lacoste shirt.
"What the hell, Lindsay..." Steve held up his hands.
"Your office," I said, glaring at him hard.
"Mr. Bernhardt?" the receptionist said.
"It's okay, Stacy," Steve said. "She's a friend." Yeah, right.
As soon as we were down in his corner office I slammed the door. "Are you nuts, Lindsay?" Steve said.
I pushed him into a chair. "I want to know now where she is, Steve."
"Jill?" He turned up his palms and actually seemed con-fused.
"Cut the shit, you son of a bitch. Jill's missing. She didn't show up for work. I want to know where she is."
"I don't have the slightest idea," Steve said. "What do you mean, `missing'?"
"She had a trial yesterday, Steve," I said, losing control, "and she didn't show up for it. Does that sound like Jill? She didn't come home last night, either. Her car's there. And her briefcase5. Someone got inside the house."
"I think you've got your facts a little twisted, Lieutenant," Steve said with a derisive6 laugh. "Jill tossed me out the other night. She changed the locks on Fortress7 Bernhardt."
"Don't mess with me, Steve. I want to know what you've done. When was the last time you saw her?"
"How about eleven o'clock the other night, through my own living-room window, as I was banging on the fucking door, trying to get back into my own house?"
"She told me you were coming by yesterday morning to pick up your things."
Anger flashed in his eyes. "What the hell is this, an inter-rogation?"
"I want to know where you spent Friday night" - I stared at him hard - "and everything you did Saturday morning before you came to work."
"What's going on? Do I need a lawyer, Lindsay?"
I didn't answer his question, just turned away and walked out of there. I hoped to God Steve didn't need a lawyer.
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