Nine“Selina, think hard, very hard. When was the last time Ollie was home?”
Selina Chung leaned forward in her chair, elbows on the dining room table, her speckled hazel eyes alert, intelligence undimmed by the late hour. “The last time he slept at home in Sacramento was on Thursday night — a whole week ago. On Friday he was going to San Francisco on business. He was only supposed to be away a couple of days. Back on Monday, he said.”
“Do you know what he was doing? Who was he planning on seeing?” John sat with Selina and his brother Nat around a dining table at the Holborne, set up in the rooms he and his staff were occupying as a temporary home away from home. It would be months before Gold House would be rebuilt, so they were making the best of things. John’s bustling housekeeper Mrs
