CHAPTER SEVENSure, leave him alone.
He wanted to spend another evening and another night with Marvia Plum, but he’d promised Mother. He phoned Marvia instead, and promised to call her again tomorrow. Then he set about planning the next phase of his investigation.
He’d left David Jones’s office depressed, and returning to the International Surety office in Walnut Creek had not raised his spirits. Just for a moment he tried to believe that he’d walk in and find Mathilde Wilbur, his old friend and mentor, still running the office, playing mother hen to him, keeping him posted on corporate scuttlebutt that nobody else lower than a regional vice president could have known.
Alas, Ms. Wilbur was retired. International Surety’s outer office was presided over by the blonde and spiteful Kari Fiel
