Hale said, “I wonder where she is.”
“The police are probably asking themselves that same question.”
“Do you think you could find her again, Lam?”
“It’s possible.”
His face lit up. “I mean in advance of the police?”
“Perhaps.”
“How would you go about doing it?”
“I can’t tell just yet.”
We waited by the car tracks. He was nervous, kept glancing at his watch.
A streetcar came along. We swung aboard, and I knew Hale had reached a decision on something by the time we took our seats. He kept looking for an opportunity to break it to me, but I didn’t give him any conversational opening for anything. I simply sat looking out the window.