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T Is for Trespass

T Is for Trespass

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Autoren: Sue Grafton
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ignition and the engine fired right up. “You must have flooded the engine.”
    “Silly me. I appreciate the help.”
    “No biggie,” he said. “You ever want to sell the car, you know where I am.” He got out and stood aside to let me into the car.
    I pulled the papers from my bag. “You’re not Bob Vest by any chance?”
    “I am. Have we met?”
    I held out the summons, which he took automatically when I tapped him on the arm. “Nope. Sorry to have to say this, but you’re served,” I said, as I slid under the steering wheel.
    “I’m what?” He looked down at the papers and when he saw what he had, he said, “Well, shit.”
    “And by the way. You ought to take better care of your cat.”

    When I got back to the office, I put in a second call to Gus’s niece. With the three-hour time difference, I was hoping she’d be home from work. The phone rang so long that I was startled when she finally picked up. I repeated my original report in an abbreviated form. She seemed to draw a blank, like she didn’t have any idea what I was talking about. I went through my spiel again in a more elaborate rendition, telling her who I was, what had happened to Gus, his move to the nursing home, and the need for someone, namely her, to come to his aid.
    She said, “You’re kidding.”
    “That’s not quite the response I was hoping for,” I said.
    “I’m three thousand miles away. You think it’s really that big of an emergency?”
    “Well, he’s not bleeding out or anything like that, but he does need your help. Someone has to get the situation under control. He’s in no position to take care of himself.”
    Her silence suggested she wasn’t receptive to the idea, in whole or in part. What was wrong with this chick?
    “What sort of work do you do?” I asked as a prompt.
    “I’m an executive VP in an ad agency.”
    “Do you think you could talk to your boss?”
    “And say what?”
    “Tell him—”
    “It’s a her…”
    “Great. I’m sure she’ll understand the kind of crisis we’ve got on our hands. Gus is eighty-nine years old and you’re his only living relative.”
    Her tone shifted from resistance to mere reluctance. “I do have business contacts in L.A. I don’t know how quickly I could set it up, but I suppose I could fly out at the end of the week and maybe see him Saturday or Sunday. How would that be?”
    “One day in town won’t do him any good unless you mean to leave him where he is.”
    “In the nursing home? That’s not such a bad idea.”
    “Yes, it is. He’s miserable.”
    “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
    “Let’s put it this way. I don’t know you at all, but I’m reasonably certain you wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like that. It’s clean and the care is excellent, but your uncle wants to be in his own home.”
    “Well, that won’t work. You said he’s not able to care for himself with his shoulder like it is.”
    “That’s my point. You’ll have to hire someone to look after him.”
    “Couldn’t you do that? You’d have a better idea how to go about it. I’m out of state.”
    “Melanie, it’s your job, not mine. I barely know the man.”
    “Maybe you could pitch in for a couple of days. Until I find someone else.”
    “Me?” I held the phone away from me and stared at the mouthpiece. Surely she didn’t think she could drag me into it. I’m the least nursey person I know and I have people who’d back me up on the claim. On the rare occasions when I’ve been pressed into service, I’ve bumbled my way through, but I never liked it much. My aunt Gin took a dim view of pain and suffering, which she felt were trumped up purely to get attention. She couldn’t tolerate medical complaints and she thought all so-called serious illnesses were bogus, right up to the moment she was diagnosed with the very cancer she died of. I’m not quite as coldhearted but I’m not far behind. I had a sudden vision of hypodermic syringes and I thought I was on the verge of blacking out, when I realized Melanie was still wheedling.
    “What about the neighbor who found him and called 9-1-1?”
    “That was me.”
    “Oh. I thought there was an old guy who lived next door.”
    “You’re talking about Henry Pitts. He’s my landlord.”
    “That’s right. I remember now. He’s retired. My uncle’s mentioned him before. Wouldn’t he have time to look in on Gus?”
    “I don’t think you get it. He doesn’t need someone ‘looking in on him.’ I’m

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