‘This is V.I. Warshawski,’ I told Mrs. Phillips. ‘Tell him that the president of Eudora Grain will want to know where all the missing invoices are.’
I had a bath and dressed for an evening at the theatre. Then I drove to the Windy City Ballet. It was already ten-thirty, and I had missed most of the programme. I made sure that Paige was, indeed, dancing tonight, then I went into the tiny theatre and watched the last dance. It was complicated, exciting. Afterwards, I went backstage and waited for Paige in the hall. This time I waited fifty minute before she finally appeared.