CHAPTER FIVEMarston and Morse, Publishers, was located in a new building on University Avenue. The company occupied a suite on the top floor. The décor was combination of modern efficiency and green chic. There were plants in the lobby and a female receptionist who had to be older than she looked.
When Lindsey extended his International Surety card she took his hand in both of hers, extracted the card, and released his hand as if she was sorry to let go. She whispered into a bead-mike mounted on a hair-thin wire, smiled at Lindsey and said, “Please, Mrs. Morse will be right with you.”
Before Lindsey had time to settle himself into a chrome-and-burlap chair, he found himself facing a slim, business-suited woman in her fifties. At least, her silver-gray hair said as much. Her unlined face
