CHAPTER NINEStrombeck was there and barely blinked when Lindsey came pounding into the waiting room at Alta Bates. Strombeck was there, and Marvia Plum, and one of Eric Coffman’s daughters; this had to be Rebecca, the one who taught school in Jingletown. She was sitting with her mother, her arms around her, nodding her head and murmuring things that Lindsey couldn’t make out. Never mind, they were none of his business anyway.
Lindsey braced Strombeck. “What the hell happened? I was just up there, I ate lunch with Coffman today, we had a meeting at his office this afternoon. What happened to him?”
Strombeck was holding a cup of coffee. They always held cups of coffee at times like this. It was like the old scene in Westerns when a woman was giving birth and the midwife would send the fath
