Chapter 58I spent the night at my son’s house. He and his wife wanted all the details. I left out the details about my fight with the terrorist, and my involvement with the FBI. Just the details of being at the Grammys and Cindy’s performance, etcetera. I was about halfway home when my phone buzzed: Cindy. Before I could hit the reject call button, the car answered, “Hello, Cindy.”
“Hello, Warren, do you have a minute?”
“Yes, I am alone.”
“Where’s Maria?”
“She has left to go home to Italy. I am driving back to Hayward.”
“I wanted to call sooner but didn’t want to add to the drama. I wasn’t sure how Maria had taken being in the middle of a bomb scare . . . I would love to see you; maybe dinner at your house?”
“Where is Rick?”
“He left on a fishing trip with Ben. I fly home tonight.”
