“So you offered me one of the people you turned down?”
“The word does not apply to Sarah Bancroft.” Carter reached into the pocket of his colorful velvet jacket and pulled out a photograph and handed it to Gabriel. Sarah Bancroft was a radiantly beautiful woman, shoulder-length blond hair, wide cheekbones, big eyes the color of a cloudless summer sky.
"How old?"
"Thirty one".
"Why isn"t she married?"
Carter hesitated a bit.
"Why isn"t she married, Adrian?"
“She had a boyfriend at Harvard, a young lawyer named Ben Callahan. It didn"t end well."
"What happened to Ben?"
"He boarded a flight to Los Angeles at Logan Airport on the morning of September 11, 2001."
Gabriel returned the photo to Carter. “Zizi would not like to hire people affected by 9/11. It"s no use bringing me here, Ad
