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pen.  Mr. and Mrs. Kramer, I know it s been ten years but could I just ask you to tell me what you
remember about anything Mack did or said that might have some significance? I mean, sometimes we
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think of something that didn t occur to us at the time. Maybe as Mr. Altman just suggested, Mack had
some kind of amnesia attack. Did he seem in any way troubled or worried, or as though he wasn t feeling
well physically?
As I asked these questions, I thought of how, after the police gave up on trying to find Mack, my father
then hired private investigator Lucas Reeves to continue the search. For the last few days I ve been
reviewing every word of his files. Everything the Kramers told him was in my notes.
I listened as Mrs. Kramer hesitantly, then enthusiastically, told me how Mack was the kind of young man
who always held the door open for her, who put his laundry in his hamper, who always picked up after
himself.  I never saw him look troubled, she said. The last time she had seen him was when she tidied up
the apartment he shared with two other seniors.  Both of the other boys were out. He was working on
his computer in his bedroom and told me the vacuum wouldn t bother him. That s the way he always
was. Easy. Nice. Polite.
 What time was that? I asked her.
She pursed her lips.  About ten o clock in the morning, I would guess.
 That would be right, Gus Kramer confirmed quickly.
 And you never saw him again?
 I saw him leave the building at about three o clock. I was on my way home from the dentist. I was
putting my key in the lock of our apartment. Gus heard me and opened the door. We both saw Mack
come down the stairs. He waved as he went through the lobby.
I watched her glance at her husband for approval.
 What was Mack wearing, Mrs. Kramer?
 What he had on in the morning. A T-shirt and jeans and sneakers and& 
 Lil, you re mixed up again. Mack was wearing a jacket and slacks and an open-necked sport shirt
when he left, Gus Kramer interrupted sharply.
 That s what I meant, she said hurriedly.  It s just I keep seeing him in the T-shirt and jeans because
that s when I had a little talk with him that morning. Her face convulsed.  Gus and I had nothing to do
with his disappearance, she cried.  Why are you torturing us?
As I stared at her I thought of what Lucas Reeves, the private investigator, had written in his file, that the
Kramers were nervous that they might lose their jobs because of Mack s disappearance. Now, nearly
ten years later, I didn t accept that reasoning.
They were nervous because they had something to hide. Now they were trying to keep their stories
straight. Ten years ago Mrs. Kramer had told Reeves that Mack was just coming out of the building
when she saw him and that her husband was in the lobby.
At that moment I would have bet my life that neither one of them ever saw Mack leave this building. Or
did he ever leave it? That question rushed into my mind and was immediately dismissed.
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 I know how long it s been, I said.  But would it be possible to see the apartment where my brother
lived?
I could see that my request startled them. This time both Kramers looked to Howard Altman for
guidance.
 Of course, the apartment has been rented, he said,  but since it s the end of the term many of the
students have already left. What is the situation in 4D, Lil?
 The two who shared the larger bedroom are gone. Walter Cannon has Mack s old room but he s
leaving today.
 Then perhaps you could phone and ask if Ms. MacKenzie might stop in? Altman suggested.
A moment later we were climbing the stairs to the fourth floor.  The students don t mind stairs, Altman
told me.  I must say I m glad I don t go up and down them every day.
Walter Cannon was a six-foot-four twenty-two-year-old who waved aside my apologies for the
interruption.  I m just glad you weren t here an hour ago, he said.  I had stuff all over the place. He
explained that he was on his way home to New Hampshire for a summer vacation and was starting law
school in the fall.
He s at the same point in time Mack was when he disappeared, I thought sadly.
The apartment coincided with my vague memory of it. A small foyer now stacked with the luggage
Cannon would be carrying, a kitchen directly opposite the outer door, a hall to the right with a sitting
room and bedroom off it, a bathroom at the end. To the left of the foyer, a second bath and, beyond it,
the bedroom where Mack had lived. Not listening to Altman s comments about how well the apartments
were maintained, I walked into what had been Mack s bedroom.
The walls and ceilings were off-white. A light flowered cotton spread was tossed on the bed. Matching
drapery panels framed the two windows. A dresser, desk, and easy chair completed the furnishings. A
wall-to-wall blue-gray carpet covered the floor.
 This apartment, like all the others after they ve been vacated, will have a fresh coat of paint
immediately, Altman was saying.  The carpet and spread and drapes will be cleaned. Gus Kramer will
make sure the kitchen and baths are spotless. We re very proud of our units.
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