Page 38 of Nobody's Fool
“Come on,” I say, spreading my arms. “Don’t you want a challenge?”
“A challenge, sure. But there hasn’t been a new development in years.”
I lean back in my chair. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”
CHAPTER TEN
After the students are given their work assignments and empty into the night, I stay behind and call Marty. He picks up and says, “Busy day here. I still only have an LLC for that Connecticut residence. Whoever owns that place is working hard to keep it quiet.”
“I think it’s the Belmond family,” I say.
“As in—?”
“Yes.”
“Oh,” he says. “That would explain it.”
“I also think Victoria Belmond lives there.”
I can tell by his hesitancy that Marty isn’t sure what to say to that one. “I see. Why do you believe that?”
I answer with a question. “Do you still have friends in the FBI?”
“I never had friends in the FBI,” Marty says.
“But contacts?”
“I know a guy who may know a guy,” Marty says.
“Can he get you the FBI file on Victoria Belmond?”
“As in the young woman who was kidnapped, what, thirty years ago?”
“Twenty-five,” I correct. Then I add, “Yes.”
I hear footsteps echoing outside of the classroom. Someone is coming up the steps.
“May I ask why you want the file?”
“Sure,” I say. “There’s a chance I could break the case.”
“The kidnapping of Victoria Belmond?”
“Yes.”
“You might be able to break it?”
“You sound skeptical,” I say.
Sounds more like two, maybe three sets of footsteps.
“Maybe a tad,” Marty says, “Do you care to elaborate on why you think you can solve one of the great mysteries of our time?”
The footsteps are closer, louder.
“I thought you said it was a busy day.”
“Kierce.”
