CHAPTER TWELVEAs the Delta 757 lifted off from Oakland International, Lindsey settled into his seat as best he could. He had the window and he watched the city and San Francisco Bay shrink and fall away beneath the jet as it headed inland. He’d made this flight to New Orleans once before, when he was tracing the tangled roots of a tragedy-smitten family to their origins in the tiny Louisiana town of Reserve.
This time he was looking for a onetime commercial artist named Bob Brown, born Benjamin Bruninski, and his wife, Mae. Was Brown still alive? Was Mae? Were they still together? Lindsey knew next to nothing about them, save that Brown had painted covers for a paperback house in Chicago in the early 1950s, and that his wife, Mae, had also been his model.
Was there any way Lindsey would
