CHAPTER FOUR
Lindsey ate lunch at a student rathskeller on Telegraph Avenue. By the time he finished it was after two o’clock, so he phoned Joseph Roberts at the office number Roberts had given him. Roberts said he could come right ahead.
Lindsey drove back to Oakland, parked and went to see Roberts. The Clorox building was a huge marble-walled slab, part of downtown Oakland’s sometimes sputtering renaissance. Roberts’ office was at the top of the building on the twenty-fifth floor. A plain door marked J. Roberts Enterprises. Lindsey knocked.
Roberts’ voice invited him in.
The room was modern and light, its furnishings a minimalist’s handiwork. Roberts sat behind a metallic contraption. Atop the gadget on a thick slab of glass stood a computer. The walls were lined with framed movie po
