FORTY
Elaine Chumlea, Frank’s secretary, knocked on Joey’s door and stuck her head inside. “Am I bothering you?” she asked.
Joey looked up from his work and smiled. “No, come on in.”
She stepped inside and tentatively closed the door. Joey’s pulse raced. Closed doors never signaled anything good.
“Is there something wrong?” he asked.
“I’m worried,” she said. “I haven’t heard anything from Mr. Oliver in the last couple of days.”
“Yeah, I noticed that he hasn’t been here, but I didn’t think anything about it. I just assumed his lawyers told him to take a couple of days off or something.”
Elaine shook her head. “No, it’s nothing like that. I’ve expected him, but he just hasn’t been here. He hasn’t called, either. When I tried him at home, there was no answer, and his cell says his mail
