Q Is for Quarry

and waited while she snagged the highball glass and the pill bottles lined up nearby. "Her doctor's out of his mind. I've had this discussion with him a hundred times. They're old friends, so she comes along right after me and talks him into it."
    She gave the kitchen a cursory look while she poured her mother's whiskey down the drain. She emptied all the pills into the trash, where I heard them rattling toward the bottom like a cupful of BB's. She tossed in the empty whiskey bottle. "I'll take care of this later," she said, referring to the overflowing trash can and the pile of dishes in the sink. "Things look fine in here. The place is a pigsty, but no more than usual."
    I trailed after her while she looked into the bathroom and the second bedroom. The latter must have been her room as a kid, the one she'd been forced to share with Charisse. The twin beds were still in place, but most of the remaining space was taken up with piles of clothing, boxes, and miscellaneous junk. I nearly confided my suspicion about someone having entered my room, but I thought better of it. I didn't have proof and I didn't want to sound completely paranoid. Besides, it would only encourage her to ask questions I didn't want to answer.
    As we were returning to the living room, she said, "I heard about Pudgie. It's horrible."
    "News travels fast."
    "Trust me, everybody knows by now."
    "Who told you?"
    "Todd Chilton called. He's a deputy –"
    "I met him. Why did he call you?"
    "Oh, right. He remembered I dated Pudgie and he thought I should know. From what he said, it was gross. At least I got that impression reading between the lines. He says you're the one who figured it out."
    "Someone would have noticed before long," I said, thinking about the smell. I filled in a few brush strokes, avoiding anything of substance. I was certain Detective Lassiter would limit the information that reached the public.
    "Why'd you stop by?"
    "I had a question for your mom. I know this seems minor, but I was curious. The first time I talked to her, she said she'd gone to the police the day Charisse disappeared. But according to the police report, she waited a week. I was hoping she'd explain the discrepancy."
    "She didn't tell you about the note?"
    "From Charisse? Not that I remember."
    "She probably forgot to mention it. Her mind's completely shot from all the crap she takes. The note said she'd decided to go see her mother and she'd be back in three days. We thought she'd show up, but a week passed and Mom started getting worried. That's when she talked to the police."
    "You saw the note yourself?"
    "Sure. She'd left it on the bed."
    "And the handwriting was hers?"
    "As far as I could tell."
    "Did your mother save it?"
    "I doubt it. Why would she do that?"
    "Could you ask her please?"
    "Right now?"
    "I'd appreciate it." She left the living room and returned to her mother's bedroom, where I could hear her insistent questioning and Medora's foggy response. I heard drawers being opened and shut. Moments later, Justine returned. "I don't believe this. She says she saved the note because she didn't want Social Services blaming her when Charisse took off. She thought if they ever asked, she could show the note as proof that Charisse left of her own accord."
    "Amazing. That's great. I'd love to see it."
    "Well, that's just it. She can't remember where she put it. She thought it was in the chest of drawers, but it's not there now. Knowing her, it could be anywhere. She's such a slob."
    "Maybe we can look again when she's on her feet."
    Justine gave me a look. "Yeah, right. Listen, I need to get back to the girls. Cornell must be home by now, but just in case. Let me turn off some lights and I'll walk you to your car. It's dark as pitch out there."
    I waited while she double-checked, making sure the back door was locked. She turned off the lights, except for one in the hall. She tested the thumb lock on the front door, flipped it to the locked position, and pulled it shut behind her. She took her keys from her coat pocket and crossed the yard to her Ford sedan, which was parked in the driveway behind Dolan's car.
    "Did you guys go down and have your fingerprints taken?"
    "Edna went Monday, but I haven't had a chance. I'll pop in tomorrow while I'm out running errands."
    "What about the others?"
    "Adrianne said she'd try later in the week."
    "What about Ruel and Cornell?"
    "Don't look at me. I don't want to be the one to nag them. It's not my job."
    "You're right.