I didn’t know how long Maggie would take to change into her uniform and I didn’t want to be asked to leave it with her. I thought it more expedient if she didn’t see it in the first place, at least not until I knew what sort of notes her brother had made and thought he needed to hide under the driver’s seat of his car. After Brody left, I made a cup of tea and had Dashiell find the notebook for me. I was feeling guilty that he’d just been hanging out with me but that I hadn’t been giving him enough to do. Riding in a car or watching me pack up someone else’s belongings, even finding Parker’s cell phone, these things did not qualify as work for a strong, intelligent dog. Talking to Brody about the cadaver-recovery work I’d been doing with Dashiell made me promise myself I’d get back to it soon. I’d packed up a lot of O’Fallon’s possessions and gotten rid of his car. I thought I’d probably be finished with the apartment in a week or so. It wasn’t unusual for a landlord, even here in New York City, to forgo a month’s rent when a long-term tenant has died.
