Remember When

could get us something," Peabody offered. "Something to do with food."
    "Go ahead." Eve walked to the counter, waited while the customer in front of her paid for a pack of milk powder and a minuscule box of sugar substitute.
    "Help you?" the woman said, without much interest.
    "I'm looking for Tina Cobb. You're her sister?"
    The dark eyes widened. "What do you want with Tina?"
    "I want to talk to her." Eve slipped out her badge.
    "I don't know where she is, okay? She wants to take off for a couple days, it's nobody's sweat, is it?"
    "Shouldn't be." Eve had run Tina Cobb in the car and knew the sister's name was Essie. "Essie, why don't you take a break?"
    "I can't, okay. I can't. I'm working alone today."
    "And nobody's in here right now. Did she tell you where she was going?"
    "No. Shit." Essie sat down on a high stool. "Oh shit. She's never been in trouble in her life. She spends all the time cleaning up after rich people. Maybe she just wanted some time off." There was fear lurking behind the eyes now. "She maybe went on a trip."
    "Was she planning a trip?"
    "She's always planning. When she had enough saved she was going to do this, and that, and six million other things. Only she never saved enough for any of it. I don't know where she is. I don't know what to do."
    "How long's she been gone?"
    "Since Saturday. Saturday night she goes out, doesn't come back since. Sometimes she doesn't come home at night. Sometimes I don't. You get a guy, you want to stay out, you stay, right?"
    "Sure. So she's been gone since Saturday?"
    "Yeah. She's got Sundays off, so what the hell, you know? But she's never been gone like this without letting me know. I called her work today and asked for her, and they said she didn't show. I probably got her in trouble. I shouldn'ta called her work."
    "You haven't reported her missing?"
    "Shit, you don't report somebody missing 'cause they don't come home a couple nights. You don't go to the cops for every damn thing. Around here, you don't go to them for nothing."
    "She take any of her things?"
    "I dunno. Her maid suit's still there, but her red shirt and her black jeans aren't. Her new airsandals neither."
    "I want to go inside the apartment, look around."
    "She's gonna be pissed at me." Essie scooped up the soft tacos and Pepsis Peabody laid on the counter, did the transaction. "What the hell. She shouldn'ta gone off without saying. I wouldn't do it to her. I gotta close up. I can't take more than fifteen, or I'll get in real trouble."
    "That's fine."
    ***
    It was two tiny rooms with a bump on the living area that served as the kitchen. The sink was about the width and depth of a man's cupped palm. In lieu of the pricier privacy screens, there were manual shades at the windows that did absolutely nothing to cut the street or sky noise.
    Eve thought it was like living in a transpo station.
    There was a two-seater couch Eve imagined converted to a bed, an ancient and clunky entertainment screen and a single lamp in the shape of a cartoon mouse she suspected one of them had saved from childhood.
    Despite its size and sparseness, the apartment was pin neat. And, oddly enough to her mind, smelled as female as the girl-powered travel agency had.
    "Bedroom's through there." Essie pointed at the doorway. "Tina won the toss when we moved in, so she has the bedroom and I sleep out here. But it's still pretty tight, you know? So that's why if one of us has a guy, we usually go to his place."
    "She have a guy?" Eve asked as Peabody walked toward the bedroom.
    "She's been seeing somebody a couple of weeks. His name's Bobby."
    "Bobby got a last name?"
    "Probably." Essie shrugged. "I don't know it. She's with him, probably. Tina's got this real romantic heart. She falls for a guy, she falls hard."
    Eve scanned the bedroom. One narrow bed, neatly made, one child-sized dresser, likely brought from home. There was a pretty little decorative box on it and a cheap vase with fake roses. Eve lifted the top of the box, heard the tinkling tune it played and saw a few pieces of inexpensive jewelry inside.
    "We share the closet," Essie said as Peabody poked inside the tiny closet.
    "Where'd she meet this Bobby?" Peabody asked her, and moved from the closet into the bathroom.
    "I don't know. We live in this box together, but we try to stay out of each other's faces, you know? She just says she met this guy, and he's really cute and sweet and smart. Said he knew all about books and art and shit. She goes for that.