it big in America.
I paid her a visit. I paid her a substantial fee. The next day she warned Waugh that if he were to travel any time in the next three months, doom would be his name. The film was ready to go. A huge investment had already been made. A crew was waiting in the middle of a Brazilian rain forest. He couldnât publicly delay the film giving his psychicâs warning as the reason. Baker got to direct.
Roee was just congratulating me on a good job swiftly and lucratively done, when the call came in informing us that Bea Cherbourgâs body had been found in a snowdrift on the frozen Bering Sea just off the Seward Peninsula in Alaska.
Chapter Six
Thereâs No Place Like Nome
The call came from Norton Macbeth.
âDo you remember a while back, Fixxer, when you did a favor for Newsstand Mike?â
âTalking sense to his unrequited love.â
âThatâs right.â
âObviously I do. Bea Cherbourg. Oddly enough, I saw herââ
âSheâs dead.â
Dead is a word analogous, for many reasons, with an inalterable period, or, as the British like to say, a full stopâwhich I did for half a beat. Then I asked if it was murder, although I knew the answer.
âLooks that way, he-he-he.â Nortonâs laughter was not gleeful; it was nervous tittering. âHow did you know?â
âWhy else would you be calling me? If she died of natural causes, or a simple accident, as unfortunate as that would be, it is not something you would take up my time with.â
âHer body was found in Alaska. Nome, Alaska of all places. In a snow drift.â
âThatâs a little bit more than strange.â
âThatâs what I thought.â
âI assume Mike is devastated.â
âVery. Thatâs what prompted him to call me, he-he-he. He was reluctant, but he wants your help.â
âI assume itâs in police hands?â
âYes, but they won't communicate with him. Heâs not a family member, after all. Also, heâs convinced they really won't investigateâand heâs got information he won't give them.â
âWhy?â
âYouâll have to ask him that. He says heâll only give it to you. Now, I know this isnât really any of your business, and there is certainly no fee involved, butââ
âIs Mike available now?â
âUh, yes. Heâs at the newsstand.â
âTell him Iâll meet him there in half an hour.â
âOkay, but are youââ
I hung up. âRoee, Iâm going out.â
Roee had gotten the gist of things from my end of the conversation. âDo you want company?â
âNo, but you can call the Captain and alert him that we may require information on the case.â
âOkay, Iâll do that.â
~ * ~
I made the quick trip to Sherman Oaks wondering about Bea Cherbourg. What had gotten her killed? In Nome, Alaska, âof all places.â Nome, a small berg at the end of America whose city motto was, of course, âThereâs no place like Nome,â was not the sort of place one would expect a Bea Cherbourg to vacation. Even to run away toâand I had just seen her with Sara Hutton, happy, it seemed, problem solved, what was there to run away from? Was it research for her film, then, or location scouting? I didnât know what her script was about, but it was a good assumption that a woman who would describe herself as being somewhat Dorothy Parker-like was not going to tell a story that takes place in Alaska, rural Alaska at that.
Mike was waiting for me at the curb, reserving by his presence, the parking spot.
âI got a table set aside at Blues+Jazz,â was his greeting.
âFine, âI said and followed him to the restaurant. We entered just as a Jazz trio was finishing up a set with a not half bad rendition of Carmichaelâs Stardust. (Ah, Hoagy, not completely forgotten, The Best Years of