Zoe knocked, and Slibe let her in. She said, "Slibe," and he said, "Zoe."

ZOE TOOK THE CONTRACT, saying, "I'm not a lawyer."

"Just read the thing," Wendy said.

Zoe went into the kitchen to do that.

Slibe said to Windrow, "But if you don't want them, even if they do make an album, but it doesn't sell that well, then you can throw them away."

Windrow nodded: "Absolutely. The contract is written in my favor, because I'm the one taking the risk here. Show me a bank mortgage where it says the buyer doesn't have to pay, if he doesn't feel like it. Bullshit, there are no bank contracts like that. They all favor the bank. In this deal, I'm the bank."

THEY WERE ALL SITTING in the living room area of the trailer-home, Windrow closest to the exit, which was near the middle of the trailer, Wendy and Berni on a long couch against the end wall. Windrow was looking at Berni when he thought he saw something move behind the venetian blind, where the bottom blade of the blind was bent. Something like an eye, but then it was gone, leaving nothing but the gathering darkness.

Zoe came back, handed the paper to Wendy, and asked, "What do you want to know?"

"Basically, if I should sign it," Wendy said.

"I can't tell you that. Depends on what you want to do. I don't know anything about this Spodee-Odee. Is it a big deal?"

"Pretty big deal," Wendy said.

"According to this guy," Slibe said, nodding at Windrow.

"We're not the biggest club in the country, but we're up there," Windrow said.

"Well, I've seen a few contracts with writers, and it looks like those. Mr. Windrow is sort of acting as an agent here. That's the fifteen percent part. Of course, if you get another agent, he'll also want fifteen percent… but you don't have to pay Mr. Windrow if you play, you know. Depending on how much money is involved at that point, you could decide to go either way. Unless…"

Wendy: "Unless what?"

"Unless the band breaks up and you quit singing," Zoe said. "I don't see what happens then."

"One of two things," Windrow said. "If she wins the lottery and is worth a hundred million bucks and doesn't want to sing, I sue her, hoping to get a piece of the hundred million bucks. The second thing would be, she doesn't win the lottery, the band breaks up, she quits singing, goes to work in a diner, and what the fuck would I sue her for? Half of her next cheeseburger? If that happens, I wave it off. There's no profit in going after what doesn't exist."

"That's some pretty fancy tap-dancing right there," Slibe said.

Wendy started flipping through the contract. "What about this chick O'Hara? It says we've got to take O'Hara while we're with you. How about if we kept Berni for that month?"

Windrow said, "Bite the bullet, Wendy. O'Hara's the best female drummer out there, who's loose. She'd fit you guys like a glove. Divorced, no kids, and she's looking for a new band. I'll make the deal with her, she'll come up here and work out with you. And Berni can start working on her front act, right up on stage with you, singing backup, showing off, playing the tambourine, maybe. Strut-tin' her stuff."

"Fuckin' tambourine," Berni said, and she dropped her face into her hands, and again, Windrow saw the flash behind the venetian blind. Was there somebody out there?

Wendy put her hand on Berni's thigh and said, "We can do it. We can make you into the hottest thing on the stage. I've got these big cow tits, but you're what every cowboy wants… It'll work."

Slibe said, "Something else about this contract…"

SO THEY ARGUED into the evening, watching the clock, and finally Wendy turned to Slibe and said, "We gotta get down to the Goose. But I'm gonna do it. I gotta talk to the other guys, but I'm gonna do it."

And to Windrow: "Are you in town overnight?"

"Yup."

"So let's get together at the studio tomorrow, we can talk to everybody at the same time, and I'll give you the contract. You coming to the Goose?"

"Gonna get something to eat first, if you got a recommendation."

Wendy looked at Zoe, who said, "Probably… the Duck Inn. Right downtown."

"This is bullshit," Slibe said. "I say we take the whole thing to a lawyer tomorrow. What's the rush?"

"No big one-day, two-day rush," Windrow said. "But I've got to get somebody lined up, quick. I got a hole I'm trying to fill. You take it, fine. You don't-well, we're lining up people for next summer and fall. That'd be your next shot with us. If Johnny Ray hadn't drove his Mustang into a ditch, there wouldn't be this hole."

"I'm doing it," Wendy said. "I'm doing it."

18

Virgil put his hands on his head and asked, "What the hell you mean you can't find him? We talked to him. We saw him coming out of this place…"

Sig said, "The Duck Inn."

"… three hours ago. He's probably back at his motel-"

"He's not," Zoe said. "I went over there and knocked on his door. I even went out to the airport and talked with Zack."

"Airport guy," Sig said.

"And Jud's plane is still parked there."

"Probably in a bar."

"I cruised all the downtown bars. He was supposed to be there right at seven."

Virgil looked at his watch and turned to Sig. "I must've picked you up about then."

"I looked at the clock just before you got here and it wasn't quite seven."

"So we must've got down to the Duck place at…"

"Maybe ten after."

"So he was already running late," Zoe said. "He doesn't know anybody in town, he told us that. I couldn't find him. Wendy and Berni and Cat are out looking for him… I mean maybe he's drunk out in a ditch somewhere…"

"Wasn't drunk when we saw him," Sig said, picking up some of her sister's anxiety.

Virgil said, "Aw, fuck me. If that guy's off on a toot somewhere… Do we know what kind of car he was driving?"

"It was a red Jeep Commander," Zoe said. "He was out talking to Wendy this afternoon, when I went out there. I left at the same time he did, so I saw the car."

Virgil went out to his truck, got his phone, and called Sanders. "This may be a complete false alarm, but maybe not: we need to get your guys looking for a red Jeep Commander driven by a guy named Jud Windrow…"

SIG SAID, "Virgil-go."

He didn't want to. "This isn't an investigation, it's a search," he protested. "All I could do is go out and drive around."

"I can see what's going through your head, okay? We can't do this, not with you all cranked up, looking at your watch every two minutes. You're going to be getting phone calls. So go. Find the guy. I'll be here." She smiled at him. "I don't really think anything'll break off."

HE WOUND UP in the driveway with Zoe, and said, "Thanks a lot."

"Well, what was I supposed to do, Virgil?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah…"

She said, "I do feel bad. Siggy likes men, and since Joe's been gone… and Joe…"

"What about Joe?"

"Joe's a heck of a guy," Zoe said. "He wanders off, like this, and it's no way to have a marriage, but he was a heck of a guy and she misses having a guy around. You know, if he'd been an asshole or something, maybe she'd want to sign off men. But Joe wasn't. Isn't. He's funny, he's hot, and he's sort of… out there. And I know she needs something like that. You guys are going to be good together."

"Christ, maybe you should have married Joe, if he was such a heck of a guy."

"Virgil…"

"All right. I'm going," Virgil said. "And you know what? Fuck a bunch of Joes."

DRIVING BACK TOWARD TOWN, he had a thought, pulled into a driveway, found his notebook, and called Prudence Bauer, in Iowa. She picked up on the second ring, and he identified himself: "I hate to bother you, but Jud Windrow didn't call you this evening, did he?"