“What does she expect us to do?”
“She wants us to find him.”
“Didn’t it cross her mind he’s tired of her and has walked out on her?” Conrad asked.
“Didn’t seem to, and it didn’t occur to me either. I can’t imagine a rat like Paretti walking out on Flo. She’s a gold mine. It’s not as if she’s like the usual run of tarts. She makes money, Paul from what I hear: good money, and I can’t imagine Paretti passing up an income as good as she can provide.”
“He could have found another girl,” Conrad returned. “But what foxes me is why should she come here. Why didn’t she go to the police?”
Van concealed a grin.
“That’s exactly what I asked her, and she said you were a gentleman and she trusted you. I won’t tell you what she said about the police.”
Conrad sighed.
“Well, I’m not going to waste much time on her.”
He crossed the room, opened the sound-proof door that led into the anteroom.