“I know.”

“And you didn’t call us first? Fuck, Zack, what’s with you?”

“I just got back, Dick. It’s been kind of a long night.” I glanced into the bathroom, saw steam escaping from around the shower curtain.

“Okay, look, the radio, other papers, all they can get is the basics. We need the good shit, the color, from you. So how did you track her down, this Chicoine chick? That her real name? Because she was going by Snelling, right? Let me check these spellings with you.”

“Dick, I got nothing to say. I’m gonna have a shower. The water’s running.”

“Zack, hello? This is your paper calling. I know you probably think you should write this one up yourself, but you ask me, you’re too close, you’ve got a conflict, just like with those other big pieces you did, but fuck, that was okay with them then, but this time, I don’t think so. So you’re going to have to tell me what you’ve got, I’ll write it up, but you’ll look good just the same.”

I thought I caught a whiff of him over the phone.

“No comment, Dick,” I said. “I’m on suspension.” I hung up.

I was almost back to the bathroom when the phone rang again. I picked up. “Dick, I mean it, I have nothing to say.”

“Zack.” It was Sarah.

“Oh,” I said. “I just finished hanging up on Cheese Dick. I thought it was him.”

“It’s all over the newsroom, the thing about you and Trixie,” Sarah said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Tired.”

“What happened?”

“I found Trixie. Police were following me. They raided the place in the night, took her away.”

“She did it? She killed that man? The reporter?”

“No,” I said, thinking, not that man. “The cops’ll probably figure that out eventually.”

“Are you in trouble?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. Trixie said she was going to tell them that I went up there to tell her to turn herself in, and that’s the spin I just heard on the radio. I guess we’ll see.”

“Do you want me to come home?”

I shook my head, then realized that Sarah couldn’t see me. “It’s okay. I’m going to shower, maybe go to bed. How’s everything here? Kids okay?”

“They’re fine. Worried about you.”

“And you? How are you doing?” What I really was asking was how we were doing.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m…I can’t stand it here. Working with Frieda. Every day, it’s like we’re planning a church supper instead of a newspaper. I can’t swear here. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

I let out a small laugh. I couldn’t recall when I’d last done that.

“Is it over, Zack?” Sarah asked.

I wasn’t sure what she was referring to. Us? Was it over between us? “What do you, I mean, I don’t, what?” I said. The steam was still pouring out of the shower.

“All this trouble,” Sarah said. “Is it over? Can you promise me that it’s over?”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes,” I said. “It’s over. It’s going to be up to Trixie now to figure out what she’s going to do. I…I thought I was doing the right thing, figuring out where she’d gone, finding out what really happened, and maybe that was stupid. But now that she’s been arrested, it forces things to a head. She’s got a lawyer, she’ll have to work things out. I guess,” and I paused a moment, and then said, “I’m done with it.”

Quietly, Sarah said, “You have to be.”

“I know.” I heard her say “Fuck” under her breath. “It’s Colby, coming this way. I’m surprised he could find his way to the Home! section.”

“He probably caught the scent of cookies.”

“He looks pissed.”

Then, in the background, I could hear Colby asking, “That him? I want to talk to him. He can’t jerk me around this way.”

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” Sarah said.

“Yeah, that’ll be nice,” I said.

“Let me talk to him,” Colby demanded.

“Bye,” Sarah said, and hung up.

For the first time in a very long time, I felt good, as though a weight had been lifted off my chest. I took a couple of deep breaths, then thought about how to welcome Sarah home. I’d pick up some steaks, buy a bottle of wine, give the kids some cash to go out for pizza and a movie and-

The phone rang.

The shower still running, waiting for me. I wondered whether there was any hot water left by now.

I grabbed the receiver and said, “Hang on.” I ran into the bathroom, reached past the curtain, and turned off the taps. The mirror was completely fogged. I ran back to the phone, put the receiver to my ear, and said, “Sorry, hi.”

“Mr. Walker?”

“Yeah, I just had to turn off the shower.”

“Where’ve you been? There was something on the radio. I’ve been trying to reach you.”

“Excuse me?” The voice seemed familiar, but at the moment, I couldn’t place it.

“I’ve been calling you for a couple of days now. Haven’t you listened to it? Did you get it?”

“Look, I’m sorry,” I said, “but who is this?”

“Brian Sandler. Oh my God, are you kidding me? Haven’t you listened to the file?”

Sandler. From the health department. The one who wanted to roll over on the Gorkins and the ones he worked with who were on the take.

“Mr. Sandler, of course, I’m sorry. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve been through in the last couple of days.”

“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t believe what I’ve been through the last couple of days, either.”

“Okay, look, just start from the beginning. What’s this about a file? What are you talking about?”

“Is your phone secure?”

“What? What are you talking about? Of course my phone’s secure.” But then again, I thought, it might not be. Flint might have had the line tapped, thinking Trixie might call me, tell me where she was.

Fuck it. “It’s fine,” I told Sandler. “What is it?”

“I e-mailed you a file. A recording, of a conversation.”

“What conversation?”

“Me and my boss. Ellinger, Frank Ellinger. I got this digital recorder, left it on in my jacket pocket, went in and saw him, got him to say stuff. I’ve got him admitting to the payoffs from the Gorkin lady and others, letting shithole restaurants stay open even when they don’t meet minimum standards, that kind of thing. It’s all there. Listen to it. You’ll see. You just have to make it clear that even though I make it sound like I’m going along with it, it’s me trapping him, you understand? You have to make that clear when you do your story.”

“Hold on, Sandler. I’ll check it out. I’m sure it’s good stuff. Let me have a listen and we’ll go from there.”

“Let’s meet again, at Bayside Park. We can meet there at nine tomorrow morning. You listen to it, you come and see me, we’ll get these fuckers.”

“Okay, okay, that sounds fine. Let me get some numbers from you.” I opened up the bedside table drawer, found a pen and a piece of paper. “Where can I reach you?”

Sandler gave me his cell, work, and home phone numbers. “Just listen to it, okay? It’s legit. You need to get these guys, and these crazy Gorkin women. I can’t live with this shit anymore, you know?”

“I hear ya.”

“Ellinger, I think he was suspicious at the end, you know? Like he thought I was up to something, so you gotta move on this fast. He might talk to Mrs. Gorkin or something, you never know.”

“Okay, okay. Just calm down. I’ll listen to the file, meet you in the morning.”

“Just listen,” Sandler said, and hung up.

I sat on the edge of the bed a moment, then went into the bathroom and turned the shower taps back on.

Just as I figured. No more hot water.

But there was plenty more waiting for me.