Where I Am Likely To Find It

Short story about a self-styled private detective who signs on to help a woman find her missing husband… "My husband's father was run over by a streetcar three years ago," the woman said. "He did get drunk every once in a while. He was a Buddist priest." She sat at one end of my love seat. "Does this concern your husband's late father?" "No, him." "Is he also a priest?" "No, he works at Merrill Lynch. He is an only son, but he was more interested in stock-trading than Buddhism." "After my father-in-law passed away, my mother-in-law moved into an apartment in our condo, in Shinagwa. She has panic attacks. She calls, and my husband goes down to her. She called us at ten on Sunday morning, ten days ago." “I was getting ready to make pancakes. My husband disappeared. No license, no credit cards, no watch. And he'd just phoned to tell me to get the pancakes ready." "Did he take the stairs to visit your mother-in-law?" "He never used the elevator." This was exactly the kind of case I'd been hoping for. I went through the motions of checking my