Invasion of Privacy

you.”
    “Hire me.”
    “To find Olga.”
    I stopped. “Olga’s already my client.”
    “So, now I will be too.”
    “Claude, I’m basically out of ideas for finding her.”
    “That’s what I mean.” Loiselle squared her shoulders, fixing me with an almost pleasant smile. “You’ve been trying to help her, both before and after she disappeared. I understand that. But there’s only so much you can do without serious money to do it with. And I’m prepared to help.”
    “Bankroll me to look for Olga.”
    “Exactly. Given what the police said they weren’t going to do, I have to hire somebody. And you’re already up to speed on everything.” The smile got conspiratorial. “In fact, I’m sure you know things I don’t know.”
    “That might be the problem, Claude.”
    A puzzled expression. “I don’t understand.”
    “Conflict of interest. There are things I learned working for Olga that maybe I shouldn’t share with you.”
    Loiselle seemed to look within herself. “All right, I accept that. I don’t really care about what you know. What I care about is finding Olga.”
    “Or just making sure she’s safe?”
    Again puzzled. “What do you mean?”
    I chose my words carefully. “From what I’ve found out, it’s at least possible that Olga and Andrew Dees have taken off together.”
    “Taken off where?”
    “I don’t know.”
    Another inward look. “No. No, Olga wouldn’t have left without her PDA, without packing things at her apartment.”
    “Maybe she didn’t think she had time.”
    From puzzled to exasperated. “Now what do you mean?”
    “It may be that Dees and Olga had to leave suddenly on Thursday night.”
    Loiselle said, “Thursday? Why?”
    “One of the things I can’t share with you.”
    A shaking of the head, slowly at first. “Olga would have called me.”
    Basically what Uncle Ivan had said, too. “Maybe she didn’t want to give anything away.”
    “Give anything...?” Loiselle crossed her arms, hugging herself. “And here I thought hiring you would make me feel better about all this.”
    “I’m sorry, but while there are some things I can’t tell you, I don’t want to he to you, either.”
    She watched me for a moment, then turned to her computer. “Where would they have gone?”
    “No idea.”
    “How?”
    “How?”
    “Yes,” said Loiselle. “How would they get wherever they were going?”
    “Car’s the most anonymous, plane’s the fastest.” Nodding, she began punching buttons quickly. “Plane would mean airport, and the closest with the most flights is Logan .”
    “Not necessarily.”
    Loiselle stopped. “Explain?”
    “If they left from Plymouth Mills, Providence or Hartford might have been faster for them.”
    Back to the computer. “It shouldn’t matter for what I’m checking.”
    “Claude, they probably wouldn’t have used their own names.”
    Studying her monitor. “What?”
    “If you’re checking the airlines somehow, they probably used different names.”
    “Not for the ATM. Olga may have been in love with that jerk, but I can’t believe she wouldn’t have hit up an automatic teller some place to have cash before she went anywhere with him.”
    It was a good point. “You can check that on a Sunday?” Loiselle gave me a withering look, then went back to her screen. “Motherfucker!”
    “What’s the matter?”
    “Blocked out.”
    “Can you call that guy for the password again?”
    “Different. Hold a minute, let me try... Yes!”
    “You found it?”
    “Olga uses the same code I do, to keep prying eyes at the bank from getting into her account. I think... there we go.” Smiling triumphantly, Loiselle rotated the monitor so we both could see the screen.
    A series of chartreuse ledger sheets on a black background. I said, “Nothing since Tuesday, right?”
    Realizing what that might mean, Loiselle stopped smiling. “And even before that, basically just lunch-money level of withdrawal.”
    We sat in silence for a moment. Then Loiselle swung the monitor toward her, attacking the keyboard again.
    “Now what?” I said.
    “I’m breaking the law.”
    “How?”
    “By violating the commercial privacy of one Horse’s Ass.”
    After a moment, she said. “Andrew Dees pulled six thousand six-fifty out of a business account on Thursday afternoon at three-forty-five.”
    Consistent with what Tángela Robinette had told me. Loiselle clacked some more. “And another nine thousand five out of a personal account at .