There I consulted my atlas. “So we’re going to this girl’s house?” Coco asked while I perused. “Yeah.” “But she’s missing, right?” “The police think that she’s been missing from her dorm for two weeks or more, but really she’s been staying at this house in town. It’s a house full’a students and other young people not in school. Her mother told me that she used to have a friend there name of Willa Muldoon. Willa’s doing a year abroad. All you have to do is mention that you went to boarding school with Willa at Thurgood Academy for Young Women, and that should get your foot in the door.” “Uh-huh.” “Look, Coco, I don’t think this is at all dangerous. I’d just like to find out what they know about Rose, her friends call her that, and maybe Bob Mantle if you can. He’s a black man in his early thirties who used to be a boxer and now talks all radical. They might be calling him Uhuru Nolicé.” When I figured out how to get to the address on Rancho Terrace, I put the Dodge into drive and rolled on.
