“Mr. Lindsey? You still there?”
“Did you find the Duesenberg?”
“Not quite. Can you come in here right away?”
“Well, is it about the Dusie?”
“Please, Mr. Lindsey. I’d much rather talk to you in person. If you don’t mind.”
Lindsey hesitated for a moment. Then he said, “All right.”
“Don’t come to my office. Phone up from the lobby. I’ll meet you there.”
Lindsey shrugged at Ms. Wilbur. “Back to Oakland again. What a dump. Why doesn’t anything ever happen in Walnut Creek?”
* * * *
It was Lindsey’s second time in the Oakland Police Headquarters, and the building was no less drab than it had been the first time. He didn’t have to phone up from the lobby, either. Gutiérrez was there waiting for him, his grooming and costume as natty as ever. He guided Lindsey through the sign-in and visit
