CHAPTER FOURLindsey watched Chicago grow through the window of a 757. O’Hare would be a madhouse, O’Hare was always a madhouse, but it was all part of the job. He felt better about the Vansittart case knowing that Marvia Plum was involved in it at the California end, and he felt good about leaving Mother in the capable hands of Gordon Sloane.
Sloane was the best thing that could happen to Mother. She’d been robbed of her husband at the age of seventeen by a tragedy at sea off the coast of North Korea. She’d spent the better part of forty years in a mental fog, devoting what little sense of reality she’d retained to raising the son her husband never lived to see.
It was only when Lindsey started, ever so cautiously, to untie the apron strings and move away from her, that Mother began to d
