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I asked. "Funny, I don't remember hearing your name when you came in," she said, her eyes narrowed. "My name is Spencer Finch," I answered, remembering to smile. I offered my hand. "I'm a reporter, and I'm working on a story I thought Mr. " Warily, she took my hand, her long nails grazing the back of my wrist. "Talitha Cummings," she said. "I worked for Stiles these past couple of years. " "I see," I answered, but didn't really. " Talitha yanked her hand back like it had been burned, and glared at me.
He was a shitty detective. " "Well, there you go. Why would someone like Pierce, a) hire a detective, and b) hire a shitty one? " "Honey," she said, with more warmth now, "you are asking the wrong woman. I asked David that when he came back with the case, and he looked at me like I'd just shit in his yard. " "Shit yeah. " I sat quietly for a moment, rolling a bad thought around in my head for a while before letting it out. Finally, I had no choice. "Talitha, do you think there's any chance that Stiles didn't just fall out of that window?
I left her on the curb, and pulled away into the night. It was too late to head back to Austin, much less go anywhere else, so I found a cheap motel on the interstate and checked in for the night. I pulled the box of Stiles's notes out of the trunk, and in a moment of drunken curiosity pulled the top stack of papers and magazines out of my grandfather's box as well. My bag over my shoulder and a pack of cigarettes in each of my pockets, I staggered up to my room and inside. In the room, decorated in early denim, I lay on the vibrating bed and gave the photographs Stiles had taken of the Pierce home a cursory inspection.
