“How long?”
“About a week.”
“And then?”
“She walked out and never came back, just disappeared into thin air.”
“Didn’t take her baggage?” Hale asked.
“No.”
“Just a week,” he said. “I can’t believe it.”
Bertha said, “I’ve got a date with a bathtub. You haven’t had breakfast, have you, lover?”
I said, “No.”
“You look like the wrath of God.”