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at the table, and Marge Bartlett’s voice had gotten louder.
    ”Well, we put it on in front of a group of young high school kids out in Bolton,“ she was saying, ”and the reception was fantastic. If you give children a chance to see creative drama, they’ll respond.“
    Trask belched, less softly than he had the last time.
    ”’Scuse me, Marge,“ he said.
    ”Lotta gas in that ‘Gansett,“ Roger Bartlett said. ”It’s a real gassy beer. I don’t know why I buy it; it’s really gassy, ya know?“
    Bartlett made himself another gin and tonic as he spoke. I opened my second can of beer and swallowed a little.
    Gassy, I thought.
    Marge Bartlett got up and bumped her hip against the table as she did. She crossed the kitchen toward me with an unlighted cigarette in her mouth and said quite close to my face, ”Gotta match?“ I said, ”No.“ She was leaning her thighs against me as I sat on the barstool, and the smell of gin was quite strong. I wondered if the gin was gassy too. She looked at me out of the corners of her eyes with her eyelids dropped down so her eyes were just slits and spoke to her husband.
    ”Why don’t you have shoulders like Mr. Spenser, Rog? I bet he looks great with his shirt off. Do you look great with your shirt off, Mr. Spenser?“ Her unlit cigarette bobbed up and down in her mouth as she talked.
    ”Yeah, but I usually wear one because my tommy gun tends to cut into my skin when I don’t.“
    She looked puzzled for a minute, but then Trask held a flaming Zippo lighter at her, and she got her cigarette going, took a big inhale and exhale through her nose without taking the cigarette out. She squeezed my upper arm with her right hand and said, ”Oooooh.“ I said, ”Seen many Marlene Dietrich movies lately?“
    That puzzled look again. She stepped back and picked up her drink. ”I have to wee wee,“ she said. And made what I guess was a seductive move toward the bathroom. I finished my beer.
    ”You spot anything, Sherlock Holmes?“ Trask said.
    I shook my head.
    Trask looked pleased. ”I didn’t think you would,“ he said. ”We’re not a big force, but we’re trained in modern techniques and we’re highly disciplined.“
    ”I think the kid’s local, though,“ I said. ”Or he went With someone.“
    ”The hell you say.“
    ”He wouldn’t set out for a long trip with a guinea pig in his hand and no food, no carry case, not even a spacious pocket. He might run in from a waiting car and grab the guinea pig and run out again. He’d go a short ride carrying the guinea pig, but not a long one. He’s a neat kid; everything is laid out in squares and angles. He wouldn’t be so unneat as to forget food and lodging for the guinea pig.“
    ”Hey, that’s right,“ Bartlett said. ”He would never have done that; Kevin wasn’t like that; he’d never have gone off like that unless he was going like you say, Spenser. He’d never do that.“
    Somewhere off the kitchen a toilet flushed and a door opened and a minute later Marge Bartlett reappeared.
    ”Spenser thinks Kevin’s around here somewhere,“ Bartlett said to her. ”That he wouldn’t have gone far without taking stuff for the guinea pig and some clothes and things.“
    She drained the rest of her drink and gestured the glass indiscriminately at the room. Trask jumped up. ”I’ll get it, Marge. Sit still, Rog, I got it.“
    ”How does that sound to you, Mrs. Bartlett?“ I asked.
    ”Is Kevin the kind of kid to go off that way without preparation?“
    ”Marge,“ she said. ”Call me Marge.“
    Trask gave her a fresh drink and helped himself to another beer from the refrigerator.
    Bartlett said, ”Jeez, I better slice up some more limes; gin and tonic without limes is like a kiss without a squeeze, right? I mean without a goddamned lime it’s like a kiss without a squeeze.“
    Marge Bartlett popped another cigarette into her mouth.
    It had floral designs on it. Trask leaned over with his Zippo and lit it. The