Tonight, she was late to our meeting at an unassuming little diner. I ordered a mug of herbal tea and sucked on a eucalyptus cough drop. My throat had started to stiffen up when I swallowed.

“Holy shit,” Ghislaine said when she arrived, pushing Shadrick in his stroller. “I didn’t even recognize you.”

She settled into the booth across from me, her eyes widening guilelessly. “So this is what you look like when you’re undercover?” I’d already warned her on the phone about my vice-detail look.

“Undercover’s a strong word,” I said. “This is just soliciting busts. It’s not a complicated sting operation.”

“Wow,” she said, and opened the menu.

The waitress, approaching on crepe-soled shoes, set a mug of tea down in front of me. “You ready, sugar?” she asked Ghislaine.

“I’d like a cheeseburger with curly fries, and a strawberry milk shake,” Ghislaine said, folding up the menu and handing it to the waitress.

“We’ve got booster seats, if you want one for him,” the waitress told Ghislaine.

“No, that’s okay,” Ghislaine said.

“He’s a handsome little guy.”

“He sure is,” Ghislaine agreed.

As if he knew he was being discussed, Shad squealed, a surprisingly loud sound. Ghislaine leaned out of the booth and put her hands on the sides of his face, on his cheeks. “That’s right, you’ve got a fan club, don’t you!” she said cheerfully.

The waitress disappeared into the kitchen. I cleared my throat, and Ghislaine straightened up. “So what’s up?” she asked, turning to business.

“Like I told you on the phone,” I said, “I need some information.”

“Really?” Ghislaine said. “How much?” She was asking how much it was worth.

“Let’s wait and see if you know anything,” I said. “We’ve been hearing some things about a guy who’s practicing medicine without a license,” I said. “Out of a private residence, maybe in one of the projects.”