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“Well, no. It’s due by the fifteenth, each month.”
“Do you make out the check to him, or the insurance company?”
“I just write it to him. George Enriquez, CLU.”
“So you never receive mailings from National. No bills, no policy, no nothing.”
He shook his head. “Kind of makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”
Both Torrez and Estelle laughed. “Yes, Tomás, it makes me wonder,” Estelle said. “It makes me wonder why you don’t call National’s regional office, wherever that is, and ask if you have a policy with them.” She smiled from the nose down. “That’s sort of an investigatory thing to do.”
She saw the flush creep up from Pasquale’s collar and felt a pang of sympathy for him. “And just imagine,” she added kindly. “You’re busy, you’re smart, you even work with the law all the time…and you step into something like this. Imagine Denton Pope and his run of luck. His grand plan was all for nothing, if he was after insurance. If George Enriquez was holding a fake policy, collecting every month from Eleanor, all he had to do was deny that she had a policy after the fire.” She held out an empty hand.
“So what do you think?” Torrez asked again.
“I think,” Estelle said, pushing herself out of her chair, “that Tom needs to make a discreet call to his insurance company’s regional office and find out the simple answer to his question. If there’s no policy on record, he could ask casually if there’s such a thing as a discretionary policy that the agent writes himself. And if the answer to that is no, and we all know that it will be, then we go from there. And you’re right, Bobby, the district attorney is going to be very interested. We would need to contact the state Attorney General’s office for some guidance in this.”
“There’s not just going to be these two cases,” Torrez said.
“No. Indeed not. What works once isn’t tried just once. Folks like to keep a good thing going,” Estelle said. “We need to move carefully. If the Popes thought they had insurance, but really didn’t…and Thomas thought he had insurance and really doesn’t…” She shrugged. “There’s no reason to believe that they’re the only two complaints. If George Enriquez has himself a little insurance scam going on the side, it’ll be interesting to find out how many people got suckered in.” She glanced at Pasquale. “Sorry, Tom.”
“So what should I do?”
Estelle smiled at him. “Well, you’ve got about this much paperwork to do for the Madrids.” She held her hand four feet off the floor. “We’ve got around-the-clock security at the hospital now, in two different rooms, to make sure that Isidro doesn’t hobble down the hall and jerk out Eurelio’s tubes. I’m sure you’ll take your turn at duty. If you can find time in all that to give your insurance company a call, then that’s the first step. If they say you have nothing on file, then maybe you could saunter on down to George Enriquez’s office and casually ask for a copy of your policy. I’d be interested to hear what he has to say.”
“I can do that.”
“Good,” she said, heading for the door. “And tread softly. The last thing you want to do is tip him off. Enriquez’s been around for a long time, and he’s not about to run out of town tonight.”
Gayle Torrez met Estelle in the hallway. “Francis just called. I didn’t want to interrupt you guys.” She handed Estelle a small deck of While You Were Out notes, and then stepped past into her husband’s office and handed him his own assortment of messages.
“He wonders if you have time to meet him for lunch,” Gayle said. Out of reflex, Estelle’s eyes drifted to the hall clock. “I told him I’d give you the message. And there’s about ten other people who want to talk to you, too.”
“Lunch sounds good,” Estelle said, and handed the messages back to Gayle without reading them. “And then a long nap, and then the afternoon with Francisco and Carlos, and a long chat with my mother…would you stick those in my mailbox?” She grinned at the impassive expression that had settled over Robert Torrez’s face. “Just kidding, Bobby.” She turned to Tom Pasquale.
“And I’m serious about calling your insurance company, Tomás. It’d be really interesting if a little insurance fraud was tied in with that fire.”
“Because I really do want to arrest somebody,” Torrez said, with a fair imitation of Estelle’s soft alto voice.
“Yes, I do,” she said. “If Francis calls again in the next thirty seconds, tell him I’m on my way over to the hospital to pick him up.”
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