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“What?”
“I have to call my mother,” Pro said and moved away from her partner.
“Ask if she’s seen Max, will you?”
Pro walked to a quieter corner of the precinct and pulled out her cell phone and hit the memorized number. Elisha picked up on the first ring.
“Mom, it’s Pro.”
“Yes, dear. Are you coming for dinner?”
“What? No, no,” Pro said, remembering that Saturday night was typically dinner with her mom. “Have you heard from Max?”
“No, honey, we had a fight this morning after you left, so I told him I’d call him.”
“A fight, why? I thought you two were all lovey-dovey?”
“Again, I feel no need to explain my relationship with your father.”
“Well, he just snuck out of a holding cell and is considered a fugitive.”
“Oh, my!”
“If you hear from him, you tell him to turn himself in.”
“How did he escape?”
“That’s what I am calling about. When I made detective, I gave you a couple of old uniforms to hold onto, as I didn’t have space.”
“I don’t have any idea how you live in that tiny apartment—”
“Mom, I don’t want to argue. I want you to go see how many of my uniform shirts you have, and tell me where they are.”
“Why do you need to know that?”
“There should be four. Can you please check?”
“Oh, all right. But I don’t see what this has to do with anything,” Elisha said as she banged doors.
Pro waited patiently as she heard footfalls and noises over the phone.
“I have them in my bedroom in Joe’s old closet. There are three shirts here.”
“I see. By any chance was Max alone in your bedroom after I left?”
“I took a shower and told him to be gone when I was done. He was.”
Pro nodded. Now she knew where Max had gotten the arm patches for his fake uniform. He’d stolen one of her shirts. She felt her temper rise. Not only had Max thought he might have been arrested, he’d counted on it. It explained why he didn’t ask for his lawyer on the second arrest. He’d already planned his escape.
But why? Because he could. It was just like her father to pull a childish prank that he thought was funny, but that screwed with her life.
It was like the time during one of his visits to New York. It was Pro’s ninth birthday, and he had invited the birthday girl and some of her friends to his hotel to do a magic show, accompanied by several of the parents. Pro was so excited because she had a chance to show her famous father to her friends.
The show had been great fun, with classic effects, like the Chinese rings and the appearance of a live bunny. The adults as well as the children were captivated and applauded over and over.
But at the end, Max had moved to the front of the room and held up a large, elaborate cloth.
“And now,” he intoned, “for my final effect!”
