CHAPTER TWELVE
Before reading his mail, before looking for KlameNet activity, even before drinking his first cup of coffee, Lindsey confronted his incoming telephone calls. Most of them looked routine. There were none from Harden at Regional or Johanssen at National, thank heaven. But there were some calls that Lindsey had to make. In fact, it looked as if he was going to spend most of the day on the phone.
Among the incoming calls was one from Oscar Gutiérrez at Oakland Police Headquarters. That one Lindsey returned.
“I had a little talk with Lieutenant High,” Gutiérrez said. “You went on a picnic together?” The question mark in Gutiérrez’s voice was almost visible.
“Up in Sonoma County. Yes.” What could that have to do with the stolen Dusie? What difference could the picnic make to G
