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wondering if he had any forgeries in his own collection, and if there was any point in finding out, when the phone rang.
    “Our friend’s been busy,” she said.
    “Our friend?”
    “We’ve been calling him Roger.”
    “You know,” he said, “he was on my mind a lot for a while there, and then he wasn’t. I couldn’t tell you when I last thought of him.”
    “The big question, Keller, is whether he’s thinking of you.”
    “And the answer is yes, or you wouldn’t be calling.”
    “He may not be thinking of you personally,” she said, “because he doesn’t know you personally, which I’d have to say is a good thing. But it’s clear he hasn’t decided to take up golf, or anything else that might distract him from his primary purpose, and you remember what that is.”
    “Narrowing the field,” he said.
    “It just got narrower. There was a job I turned down, and it’s a good thing I did.”
    “I guess you’d better tell me about it.”
    “Tomorrow morning,” she said, “hop on a train and come see me.”
    “I could come up now, Dot.”
    “No,” she said, “wait until tomorrow. I’ve got some things to line up first, Keller, and then we’re going to have to make some moves. We’ve been waiting for this clown to dry up and blow away, and it’s not going to happen. Unless we make it happen.”
    “How?”
    “Tomorrow morning,” she said.
    He hung up, and the first thing that popped into his head was the astrologer. He could call her, and she could give him some idea of just how dangerous a time this was. He tried the number, and this time the phone only rang once. Then a recording came on, informing him that the number he had called was no longer in service.
    He tried it again, figuring he’d dialed wrong, and he got the same recording. No longer in service.
    Odd.
    Her apartment was clear across town on West End Avenue between Ninety-seventh and Ninety-eighth. While the West Indian driver clucked at the traffic, Keller sat back and wondered why he was making the trip. He got off at the corner and found the building, but couldn’t spot a buzzer with her name on it. He checked the building on either side, even though he was certain he had the right one, and he didn’t see her name there, either.
    He caught another cab and went home.
    There was only one person he could think of who might know where Louise Carpenter had disappeared to. That was Maggie Griscomb, and he didn’t want to call her.
    He had to look up the number, and then he had to force himself to dial it. By the time it had rung twice he was ready to hang up, but then she picked up in the middle of the third ring. He could still hang up, and he considered it, and she said hello again, the irritation evident in her tone, and he said, “I’ve been trying to reach Louise.”
    He hadn’t meant to blurt it out that way. Hello, hi, how are you, di dah di dah di dah, and then he could bring up the business at hand. But something had made him cut to the chase, and there was a pause, and then she said, “It’s you.”
    What could you say to something like that? Keller was stumped, and before he could come up with anything, she said, “You’ve got a lot of nerve. How come you didn’t call?”
    “You told me not to call. Remember?”
    “Vividly. And then when you didn’t call—“
    Because you told me not to, he thought.
    “— I called, and I left messages, and I never heard from you.”
    “I never got the messages.”
    “Yeah, right.”
    Had she left messages? No, of course not. He already regretted this call, and he hadn’t even gotten to the point of it yet. “I’ve been having trouble with my answering machine,” he said, “and you can believe me or not, it doesn’t matter. I’ve been trying to reach Louise, and—“
    “Why?”
    “The astrologer,” he said.
    “That’s who. What I asked you was why.”
    “Why?”
    “You don’t need an astrologer,” she said, “to know which way the stars are falling. You want her number, look it up. She’s in the book.”
    “But that’s just it,” he said, and then he let it go, because he was talking to himself. She had hung up on him.
    “It seems to me,” Dot said, “that we’ve got two choices. We can wait passively for the situation to resolve itself, or we can take a proactive approach.”
    “That’s a word you never used to hear,” Keller said, “and now you hear it all the time. I know what it means, but what’s the point of it? Why not just