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“This way, Mr. Rodriguez. Right through here, Nick?”
A good looking man. Well-groomed, even made Janet treat him elegantly, and brought a glimmer to her eyes, something Nick had never seen before. He had on black trousers and a stylish leather belt. His shirt was evenly pressed with a hint of a starch smell. His collar was pulled up and his light jacket was on the crook of his arm.
“Janet.” Nick kept his comments to himself and motioned to the client’s chairs in front of him.
Mr. Rodriguez hesitated where he stood on the left side of the desk, gazing out the back window over-looking downtown Main Street.
“It’s okay, Mr. Rodriguez,” Janet said. “I’ll sit with you. Hell, I’ll even hold your hand.”
“Janet,” Nick gazed her direction.
“I’m sorry Nick, but this guy makes my kitty purr.”
“What?” Nick was embarrassed by that comment. “Get back to work!”
She turned toward the client and winked at him and then walked out slowly and intentionally.
“I’m so sorry about my secretary,” he apologized.
“It’s okay, she’s delightful.”
“Yeah, you don’t know her that well.”
“I’m George Rodriguez,” he said after he finally sat down.
“Nick Barnum.”
Nick’s office was decidedly cooler than Janet’s office. Nick liked it that way. It made him think better, and he also did it for the ladies who would wear tight blouses. He would never confess to that, but that was a fact nevertheless.
“Everyone says you’re the best in finding people,” he said gravely. “I need your help. I need you to find someone for me.”
Nick nodded.
Mr. Rodriguez handed Nick a photograph. He closed his eyes for a moment as if he was trying to stabilize himself. Nick took the picture and placed it down in front of him.
“A cousin,” he said.
Nick nodded.
“Came from the Dominican Republic three months ago,” he continued.
Nick nodded again.
“His name is Manual Rodriguez.”
Nick Barnum stood up and started pacing behind his desk, and then walked around the desk and stood directly in front of Mr. Rodriguez. Nick was a large man, and when he stood over people he commanded a certain attention, and a lot of respect. Nick had always hoped that his size would offer people trust, not intimidation.
“Is there something the matter?”
“Yes, yes, there most certainly is.”
Mr. Rodriguez shot right out of his chair.
Nick glanced at Janet as she appeared right at his door with a worried look on her face.
“What, Mr. Barnum.”
Nick motioned to the client’s chairs. “Won’t you sit down.”
“I’d rather not!”
“I think you should,” Janet offered as she came into the room. “Trust me.”
Mr. Rodriguez did.
Looking out the window that graced his office for just a moment, Nick Barnum turned and bluntly stated a fact, “He’s dead!”
“What?”
Janet actually winced. She was caught so off guard that she almost lost her footing.
“How, why?”
“The Cross-Over murderer,” Nick replied.
“My god,” said Janet as she sat down next to him. “This must be
so terrible for you to find out this way. I should have known when you
showed me the picture, I am so sorry.”
“Where is his body?” He sobbed.
Nick sighed.
Mr. Rodriguez asked Nick a question. He just waited for the answer, looking at the private investigator with those slightly narrowed eyes.
Rubbing his knuckles, Nick replied, “I’ll have Janet take you down to the police station. They’ll take you to 70 Acres.”
“70 Acres?”
“That’s where they bury bodies of people who can’t afford it,” Janet explained. “Like a Potter’s Field.”
He nodded.
“Will you take him, Janet?”
“Of course,” she said. “Let me get my jacket.”
Nick smiled.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Rodriguez. Terribly.”
He nodded slowly as he stood up.
“I wish there were better news,” Nick continued. “Trust me.”
Mr. Rodriguez’s head dropped into his hands. “Oh, please forgive me. I don’t cry, I don’t cry at all.”
Nick sighed.
Janet came in and escorted the client out very gingerly.
“I’ll you later, Nick!” she shouted.
Nick nodded and then sat in one of his client’s chairs.
“This way, Mr. Rodriguez. Right through here, Nick?”
A good looking man. Well-groomed, even made Janet treat him elegantly, and brought a glimmer to her eyes, something Nick had never seen before. He had on black trousers and a stylish leather belt. His shirt was evenly pressed with a hint of a starch smell. His collar was pulled up and his light jacket was on the crook of his arm.
“Janet.” Nick kept his comments to himself and motioned to the client’s chairs in front of him.
Mr. Rodriguez hesitated where he stood on the left side of the desk, gazing out the back window over-looking downtown Main Street.
“It’s okay, Mr. Rodriguez,” Janet said. “I’ll sit with you. Hell, I’ll even hold your hand.”
“Janet,” Nick gazed her direction.
“I’m sorry Nick, but this guy makes my kitty purr.”
“What?” Nick was embarrassed by that comment. “Get back to work!”
She turned toward the client and winked at him and then walked out slowly and intentionally.
“I’m so sorry about my secretary,” he apologized.
“It’s okay, she’s delightful.”
“Yeah, you don’t know her that well.”
“I’m George Rodriguez,” he said after he finally sat down.
“Nick Barnum.”
Nick’s office was decidedly cooler than Janet’s office. Nick liked it that way. It made him think better, and he also did it for the ladies who would wear tight blouses. He would never confess to that, but that was a fact nevertheless.
“Everyone says you’re the best in finding people,” he said gravely. “I need your help. I need you to find someone for me.”
Nick nodded.
Mr. Rodriguez handed Nick a photograph. He closed his eyes for a moment as if he was trying to stabilize himself. Nick took the picture and placed it down in front of him.
“A cousin,” he said.
Nick nodded.
“Came from the Dominican Republic three months ago,” he continued.
Nick nodded again.
“His name is Manual Rodriguez.”
Nick Barnum stood up and started pacing behind his desk, and then walked around the desk and stood directly in front of Mr. Rodriguez. Nick was a large man, and when he stood over people he commanded a certain attention, and a lot of respect. Nick had always hoped that his size would offer people trust, not intimidation.
“Is there something the matter?”
“Yes, yes, there most certainly is.”
Mr. Rodriguez shot right out of his chair.
Nick glanced at Janet as she appeared right at his door with a worried look on her face.
“What, Mr. Barnum.”
Nick motioned to the client’s chairs. “Won’t you sit down.”
“I’d rather not!”
“I think you should,” Janet offered as she came into the room. “Trust me.”
Mr. Rodriguez did.
Looking out the window that graced his office for just a moment, Nick Barnum turned and bluntly stated a fact, “He’s dead!”
“What?”
Janet actually winced. She was caught so off guard that she almost lost her footing.
“How, why?”
“The Cross-Over murderer,” Nick replied.
“My god,” said Janet as she sat down next to him. “This must be
so terrible for you to find out this way. I should have known when you
showed me the picture, I am so sorry.”
“Where is his body?” He sobbed.
Nick sighed.
Mr. Rodriguez asked Nick a question. He just waited for the answer, looking at the private investigator with those slightly narrowed eyes.
Rubbing his knuckles, Nick replied, “I’ll have Janet take you down to the police station. They’ll take you to 70 Acres.”
“70 Acres?”
“That’s where they bury bodies of people who can’t afford it,” Janet explained. “Like a Potter’s Field.”
He nodded.
“Will you take him, Janet?”
“Of course,” she said. “Let me get my jacket.”
Nick smiled.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Rodriguez. Terribly.”
He nodded slowly as he stood up.
“I wish there were better news,” Nick continued. “Trust me.”
Mr. Rodriguez’s head dropped into his hands. “Oh, please forgive me. I don’t cry, I don’t cry at all.”
Nick sighed.
Janet came in and escorted the client out very gingerly.
“I’ll you later, Nick!” she shouted.
Nick nodded and then sat in one of his client’s chairs.
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