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  "She was in number twelve. I think. " She looked it up. "Yes, twelve. Thats up one flight. "

  "I dont suppose its still vacant. "

  She laughed. "Didnt I tell you I didnt have any vacancies? I dont think it was more than a day before I rented it. Let me see. The Price girl took that room on the eighteenth of July. When did I say Paula moved out?"

  "Were not sure, but it was the sixteenth when you found out she was gone. "

  "Well, there you are. Vacant the sixteenth, rented the eighteenth. Probably rented the seventeenth, and she moved in the following day. My vacancies dont last any time to speak of. Ive got a waiting list right now with half a dozen names on it. "

  "You say the new tenants name is Price?"

  "Georgia Price. Shes a dancer. A lot of them are dancers the past year or so. "

  "I think Ill see if shes in. " I gave her one of the photos. "If you think of anything," I said, "my numbers on the back. "

  She said, "Thats Paula. Its a good likeness. Your name is Scudder? Here, just a minute, you can have one of my cards. "

  Florence Edderling, her business card said. Rooms to Let.

  "People call me Flo," she said. "Or Florence, it doesnt matter. "

  Georgia Price wasnt in, and Id knocked on enough doors for the day. I bought a sandwich at a deli and ate it on the way to my meeting.

  The next morning I took Warren Hoeldtkes check to the bank and drew out some cash, including a hundred in singles. I kept a supply of them loose in my right front trouser pocket.

  You couldnt go anywhere without being asked for money. Sometimes I shook them off. Sometimes I reached into my pocket and handed over a dollar.

  Some years back I had quit the police force and left my wife and sons and moved into my hotel. It was around that time that I started tithing, giving a tenth of whatever income I received to whatever house of worship I happened to visit next. I had taken to hanging out in churches a lot. I dont know what I was looking for there and I cant say whether or not I found it, but it seemed somehow appropriate for me to pay out ten percent of my earnings for whatever it gave me.

  After I sobered up I went on tithing for a while, but it no longer felt right and I stopped. That didnt feel right either. My first impulse was to give the money to AA, but AA didnt want donations. They pass the hat to cover expenses, but a dollar a meeting is about as much as they want from you.

  So Id started giving the money away to the people who were coming out on the streets and asking for it. I didnt seem to be comfortable keeping it for myself, and I hadnt yet thought of a better thing to do with it.

  Im sure some of the people spent my handouts on drink and drugs, and why not? You spend your money on what you need the most. At first I found myself trying to screen the beggars, but I didnt do that for long. On the one hand it seemed presumptuous of me, and at the same time it felt too much like work, a form of instant detection. When I gave the money to churches I hadnt bothered to find out what they were doing with it, or whether or not I approved. Id been willing then for my largesse to purchase Cadillacs for monsignors. Why shouldnt I be as willing now to underwrite Porsches for crack dealers?

  While I was in a giving mood, I walked over to Midtown North and handed fifty dollars to Detective Joseph Durkin.

  Id called ahead, so he was in the squadroom waiting for me. It had been a year or more since Id seen him but he looked the same. Hed put on a couple of pounds, no more than he could carry. The booze was starting to show up in his face, but thats no reason to quit. Who ever stopped drinking because of a few broken blood vessels, a little bloom in the cheeks?

  He said, "I wondered if that Honda dealerd get hold of you. He had a German name but I dont remember it. "

  "Hoeldtke. And its Subarus, not Hondas. "

  "Thats a real important distinction, Matt. Howre you doing, anyway?"

  "Not bad. "

  "You look good. Clean living, right?"

  "Thats my secret. "

  "Early hours? Plenty of fiber in your diet?"

  "Sometimes I go to the park and gnaw the bark right off a tree. "

  "Me too. I just cant help myself. " He reached up a hand and smoothed his hair back. It was dark brown, close to black, and it hadnt needed smoothing; it lay flat against his scalp the way hed combed it. "Its good to see you, you know that?"

  "Good to see you, Joe. "

  We shook hands. I had palmed a ten and two twenties, and they moved from my hand to his during the handshake. His hand disappeared from view and came up empty. He said, "I gather you did yourself a little good with him. "

  "I dont know," I said. "I took some money from him and Ill knock on some doors. I dont know what good its going to do. "

  "You put his mind at rest, thats all. At least hes doing all he can, you know? And you wont soak him. "

  "No. "

  "I took a picture from him and had them run it at the morgue. They had a couple of unidentified white females since June, but she doesnt match up to any of em. "

  "I figured youd done that. "

  "Yeah, well, thats all I did. Its not police business. "

  "I know. "

  "Which is why I referred him to you. "

  "I know, and I appreciate it. "

  "My pleasure. You got any sense of it yet?"

  "Its a little early. One thing, she moved out. Packed everything and took off. "

  "Well, thats good," he said. "Makes it a little more likely shes alive. "

  "I know, but there are things that dont make sense. You said you checked the morgue. What about hospitals?"

  "You thinking coma?"

  "It could be. "

  "Whend they hear from her last, sometime in June? Thats a long time to be in a coma. "

  "Sometimes theyre out for years. "

  "Yeah, thats true. "

  "And she paid her rent the last time on the sixth of July. So whats that, two months and a few days. "

  "Still a long time. "

  "Not for the person in the coma. Its like the wink of an eye. "

  He looked at me. He had pale gray eyes that dont show you much, but they showed a little grudging amusement now. " The wink of an eye, " he said. "First she checks out of her rooming house, then she checks into a hospital. "

  "All it takes is a coincidence," I said. "She moves, and in the course of the move or a day or two later she has an accident. No ID, some public-spirited citizen snags her purse while shes unconscious, and shes Jane Doe in a ward somewhere. She didnt call her parents and tell them she was moving because the accident happened first. Im not saying it happened, just that it could have. "

  "I suppose. You checking hospitals?"

  "I thought I could walk over to the ones in the neighborhood. Roosevelt, St. Clares. "

  "Of course the accident could have happened anywhere. "

  "I know. "

  "If she moved, she could have moved anywhere, so she could be in any hospital anywhere in the city. "

  "I was thinking that myself. "

  He gave me a look. "I suppose youve got some extra pictures. Oh, thats handy, with your number on the back. I suppose you wouldnt mind if I sent these around for you, asked them all to check their Jane Does. "

  "That would be very helpful," I said.

  "I bet it would. You expect a lot for the price of a coat. "

  A coat, in police parlance, is a hundred dollars. A hat is twenty-five. A pound is five. The terms took hold years ago, when clothing was cheaper than it is now, and British currency pegged higher. I said, "Youd better look closer. All you got was a couple of hats. "

  "Jesus," he said. "Youre a cheap bastard, anybody ever tell you that?"

  * * *

  She wasnt in a hospital, not in the five boroughs, at any rate. I hadnt expected she would be, but it was the kind of thing that had to be checked.

  While I was learning this through Durkins channels, I was walking down other streets on my own. Over the next several
days I made a few more visits to Florence Edderlings rooming house, where I knocked on more doors and talked to more tenants when I found them in. There were men as well as women in the building, old people as well as young ones, New Yorkers as well as out-of-towners, but the bulk of Ms. Edderlings roomers were like Paula Hoeldtke- young women, relatively new in the city, long on hope and short on cash.

  Few of them knew Paula by name, although most of them recognized her picture, or thought they did. Like her, they spent most of their time away from the rooming house, and when they were in their rooms they were alone, with their doors closed. "I thought this would be like those forties movies," one girl told me, "with a wisecracking landlady and kids gathering in the parlor to talk about boyfriends and auditions and do each others hair. Well, there used to be a parlor, but they partitioned it years ago and made two rooms out of it and rented them out. There are people I nod to and smile at, but I dont really know a single person in this building. I used to see this girl- Paula? But I never knew her name, and I didnt even know shed moved out. "

  One morning I went over to the Actors Equity office, where I managed to establish that Paula Hoeldtke hadnt been a member of that organization. The young man who checked the listings asked me if shed been a member of AFTRA or SAG; when I said I didnt know, he was nice enough to call the two unions for me. Neither of them had her name on their rolls.

  "Unless she used another name," he said. "Her names not utterly impossible, in fact it looks good in print, but its the sort of name a great many people would mispronounce, or at least be uncertain about. Do you suppose she went and changed it to Paula Holden or something manageable like that?"

  "She didnt say anything about it to her parents. "

  "Its not always the sort of thing you rush to report to your parents, especially if they have a strong attachment to their name. As parents often do. "

  "I suppose youre right. But she used her own name in the two shows she was in. "

  "May I see that?" He took the playbills from me. "Oh, now this might be helpful. Yes, here we are, Paula Hoeldtke. Am I pronouncing it correctly?"

  "Yes. "

  "Good. Actually I cant think how else you would pronounce it, but one feels uncertain. She could have just spelled it differently, H-O-L-T-K-Y. But that wouldnt look right, would it? Lets see. Paula Hoeldtke majored in theater arts at Ball State University - oh, the poor darling- where she appeared in The Flowering Peach and Gregorys Garden. The Flowering Peach is Odets, but what the hell do you suppose Gregorys Garden might be? Student work, that would be my guess. And that is all theyre going to tell us about Paula Hoeldtke. What is this, anyway? Another Part of Town, what a curious choice for a showcase. She played Molly. I barely remember the play, but I dont think thats a principal role. "

  "She told her parents she had a small part. "

  "I dont think she exaggerated. Was there anyone in this? Hmmm. Axel Godine appears with the permission of Actors Equity. I dont know who he is, but I can furnish you with his phone number. He played Oliver, so hes probably well up in years, but you never know in a showcase, the casting sometimes tends to be imaginative. Does she like older men?"