The woman I'd spoken to originally at the phone company was a Ms. Cadillo. We had established a pleasant working relationship the previous day, and now she remembered me right away. "I hate to keep bothering you," I said, "but I'm having a problem reconciling data from a few different sources. I know she called for a disconnect on July twentieth, but what I'd like to do is find out where she called from."
"I'm afraid we wouldn't have that on record," she said, puzzled. "In fact we'd never know that in the first place. As a matter of fact--"
"Yes?"
"I was going to say that my records wouldn't show whether she phoned us to order cessation of service or whether she might have written to us. Almost everyone phones, but she could have written.
Some people do, especially if they've enclosed a final payment. But we didn't receive any payment from her at that time."
I'd never even thought that the disconnect order could have been mailed in, and for a moment that seemed to clear everything up. She could have put a note in the mail long before the twentieth; given the state of the postal service, it might still be en route.
But that wouldn't explain her parents' call to her on the seventeenth.
I said, "Isn't there a record kept of all calls made from a given number?"
"There is, but--"
"Could you tell me the date and time of the last call she made?
That would be very helpful."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I really can't do that. I'm not able to retrieve that information myself, and it's a violation of policy to do it."
"I suppose I could get a court order," I said, "but I hate to put my client to the trouble and expense, and it would mean wasting everybody's time. If you could see your way clear to helping me out, I'd make sure no one ever knew where it came from."
"I really am sorry. I might bend the rules if I could, but I don't have the codes. If you really do need a record of her local calls, I'm afraid you'd have to have that court order."
I almost missed it. I was in the middle of another sentence when it registered. I said, "Local calls. If she made any toll calls--"
"They'd be on her statement."
"And you can access that?"
"I'm not supposed to." I didn't say anything, giving her a little slack, and she said, "Well, it is a matter of record. Let me see what I can punch up. There are no toll calls at all during the month of July--"
"Well, it was worth a try."
"You didn't let me finish."
"I'm sorry."
"There are no calls at all during July, no toll calls, until the eighteenth. There are two calls on the eighteenth and one on the nineteenth."
"And none on the twentieth?"
"No. Just those three. Would you like the numbers that she called?"
"Yes," I said. "Very much."
There were two numbers. She'd called one both days, one just on the nineteenth. They both had the same area code, 904, and I checked the book and found that was nowhere near Indiana. It was north Florida, including the panhandle.
I found a bank and bought a ten-dollar roll of quarters. I went back to my pay phone and dialed the number she'd called twice. A recording told me how much money to put in, and I did, and a woman answered on the fourth ring. I told her my name was Scudder and that I was trying to get in touch with Paula Hoeldtke.
"I'm afraid you have the wrong number," she said.
"Don't hang up, I'm calling from New York. I believe a woman named Paula Hoeldtke called this number the month before last and I'm trying to trace her movements since then."
There was a pause. Then she said, "Well, I don't rightly see how that can be. This is a private residence and the name you mentioned isn't familiar to me."
"Is this 904-555-1904?"
"It most certainly is not. The number here is-- wait a moment, what was that number you just read?"
I repeated it.
"That's my husband's place of business," she said. "That's the number at Prysocki Hardware."
"I'm sorry," I said. I had read the wrong listing from my notebook, the number she'd called only once.
"Your number must be 828-9177."
"How did you get that other number?"
"She called both numbers," I said.
"Did she. And what did you say her name was?"
"Paula Hoeldtke."
"And she called this number and the store?"
"My records may be wrong," I said. She was still asking questions when I broke the connection.
I walked to the rooming house on Fifty-fourth Street. Halfway there a kid in jeans with a scraggly goatee asked me for spare change.
He had the wasted look of a speed freak. Some of the crack addicts get that look. I gave him all my quarters. "Hey, thanks!" he called after me.
"You're beautiful, man."
When Flo came to the door I apologized for bothering her. She said it was no bother. I asked if Georgia Price was in.
"I'm sure I don't know," she said. "Didn't you get to talk to her yet?
Though I don't know what help she
could be. I couldn't hardly rent her the room before Paula was out of it, so how would she know her?"
"I spoke to her. I'd like to talk to her again."
She gestured toward the staircase. I walked up a flight, stood in front of the door that had been Paula's.
There was music playing within, with an insistent if not infectious beat. I knocked, but I wasn't sure she could hear me over the noise. I went to knock again when the door opened.
Georgia Price was wearing a leotard, and her forehead glowed with perspiration. I guess she had been dancing, practicing steps or something. She looked at me, and her eyes widened when she placed me.
She took an involuntary step backward and I followed her into the room. She started to say something, then stopped and went to turn off the music. She turned back to me, and she looked scared and guilty. I didn't think she had much cause for either emotion, but I decided to press.
I said, "You're from Tallahassee, aren't you?"
"Just outside."
"Price is a stage name. Your real name is Prysocki."
"How did you--"
"There was a phone here when you moved in. It hadn't been disconnected."
"I didn't know I wasn't supposed to use it. I thought the phone came with the room, like a hotel or something. I didn't know."
"So you called home, and you called your father at his store."
She nodded. She looked terribly young, and scared to death. "I'll pay for the calls," she said. "I didn't realize, I thought I would get a bill or something. And then I couldn't get a phone installed right away, they couldn't send someone to connect it until Monday, so I waited until then to have it disconnected.
When the installer came he just hooked the same phone up, but with a different number so I wouldn't get any of her calls. I swear I didn't mean to do anything wrong."
"You didn't do anything wrong," I said.
"I'll be happy to pay for the calls."
"Don't worry about the calls. You were the one who ordered the phone disconnected?"
"Yes, was that wrong? I mean, she wasn't living here, so--"
"That was the right thing for you to do," I told her. "I'm not concerned about a couple of free phone calls. I'm just trying to find a girl who dropped out of sight."
"I know, but--"
"So you don't have to be afraid of anything. You're not going to get in trouble."
"Well, I didn't exactly think I was going to get in trouble, but--"
"Was there an answering machine hooked up to the phone, Georgia? A telephone answering machine?"
Her eyes darted involuntarily to the bedside table, where an answering machine stood alongside a telephone.
"I would have given it back when you were here before," she said.
"If I even thought of it. But you just asked me a couple of quick questions, what was in the room and did I know Paula and did anybody come looking for her after I moved in, and by the time I remembered the machine you were gone. I didn't mean to keep it, only I didn't know what else to do with it. It was here."
"That's all right."
"So I used it. I was going to have to buy one, and this one was already here. I was just going to use it until I could afford to buy one of my own. I want to get one with a remote, so you can call from another phone and get your messages off it. This one doesn't have that feature.
But for the time being it's okay.
Do you want to take it with you? It won't take me a minute to disconnect it."
"I don't want the machine," I said. "I didn't come here to pick up answering machines, or to collect money for calls to Tallahassee."
"I'm sorry."
"I want to ask you a few questions about the phone, that's all. And about the machine."
"Okay."
"You moved in on the eighteenth and the phone was on until the twentieth. Did Paula get any calls during that time?"
"No."
"The phone didn't ring?"
"It rang once or twice but it was for me. I called my friend and gave her the number here, and she called
me once or twice over the weekend. That was a local call so it didn't cost anything, or if it did all it cost was a quarter."
"I don't care if you called Alaska," I told her. "If it'll put your mind at rest, the calls you did make didn't cost anybody anything. Paula's deposit came to more than her final bill, so the calls were paid for out of money that would have been refunded to her, and she's not around to claim the refund anyway."
"I know I'm being silly about this," she said.
"That's all right. The only calls that came in were for you. How about when you were out? Were there any messages on her machine?"
"Not after I moved in. I know because the last message was from her mother, all about how they were going to be out of town, and that message must have been left a day or two before I moved in. See, as soon as I figured out it was her phone and not one that came with the room, I unplugged the answering machine. Then about a week later I decided she wasn't coming back for it and I might as well use it, because I needed one. When I hooked it up again I played her messages before I set the tape to record."
"Were there messages besides the ones from her parents?"
"A few."
"Do you still have them?"
"I erased the tape."
"Do you remember anything about the other messages?"
"Gee, I don't. There were some that were just hangups. I just played the tape once through trying to figure out how to erase it."
"What about the other tape, the one that says nobody's home but you can leave a message? Paula must have had one of those on the machine."
"Sure."
"Did you erase it?"
"It erases automatically when you record a new message over it.
And I did that so I could leave a message in my own voice when I started using the machine." She chewed at her lip. "Was that wrong?"
"No."
"Would it have been important? It was just the usual thing. 'Hello, this is Paula. I can't talk to you right now but you can leave a message at the sound of the tone.' Or something like that, that's not word-for-word."
"It's not important," I said. And it wasn't. I just would have liked a chance to hear her voice.
"I'm surprised you're still on it," Durkin said. "What did you do, call Indiana and shake some more dough out of the money tree?"
"No. I probably should, I'm putting in a lot of hours, but I'm not getting much in the way of results. I think her disappearance is a criminal matter."
"What makes you think so?"
"She never officially moved out. She paid her rent one day, and ten days later her landlady cracked the door and the room was empty."
"Happens all the time."
"I know that. The room was empty except for three things.
Whoever cleaned it out left the phone, the answering machine, and the bed linens."
"And what does that tell you?"
"That somebody else packed the stuff and carried it off. A lot of rooming houses furnish bed linen. This one didn't. Paula Hoeldtke had to supply her own linen, so she would have known to take it with her when she left. Someone else who didn't know might have assumed it was supposed to stay with the room."
"That's all you've got?"
"No. The answering machine was left behind, and it was hooked up to continue answering the phone and telling people to leave their messages. If she'd left on her own she'd have called and had the phone disconnected."
"Not if she left in a hurry."
"She probably would have called in somewhere along the line. But let's say she didn't, let's say she was enough of an airhead to forget it altogether. Why would she leave the machine?"
"Same thing. She forgot it."
"The room was left empty. No clothes in the drawers, nothing in the closet. There wasn't a whole lot of clutter around for things to get lost in. All that was left was the bed linen, the phone, and the answering machine. She couldn't have not noticed it."
"Sure she could. Lots of people leave the phone when they move. I think you're supposed to leave the phone, unless it's one that you bought outright. Anyway, people leave them. So she's gonna leave her phone.
So the answering machine-- where is it, it's next to the phone, right?"
"Right."
"So she looks over there and she doesn't see something separate, an answering machine, a household appliance, keeps you in touch with your friends and associates, ends your worry of missing calls, di dah di dah di dah. What she sees is part of the phone."
I thought about it. "Maybe," I said.
"It's part of the phone, it goes with the phone. And, since the phone stays, it stays with the phone."