Her call had been made the day after Christmas, when Mark and I had been flying to Costa Rica.
The next messages were from friends and colleagues calling to wish me happy holidays. Interspersed with cheery greetings and promises to get together after the New Year were additional silent calls.
“That’s odd. Do you think that might be Senator Wexler, trying to intimidate me?”
“I think Wexler is too busy recovering from another bout of the flu.”
“Another? I hadn’t heard.”
“No reason why you should. He’s yesterday’s news, and I’ll bet that’s burning his butt.” Mark held out the letter to me. “The calls are probably from Bauchet. He says in his letter he wants to talk to you before the New Year.” He checked his watch. “Don’t think he’s gonna make it. Are you done listening to your messages?
