23Octavia Brandt answered the phone herself. When I told her my name, she said she’d been expecting my call.
Dawna had snuggled up beside me on the couch, her ear close enough to the receiver to hear both sides of the conversation.
Octavia had seen May Lee at the San Francisco Marathon but hadn’t spoken to her. Octavia hadn’t had any contact with her since.
“I’d have recognized her if our paths had crossed,” Octavia added. “She’s a striking young woman. No surprise that Neal stepped in when he saw she was having trouble.”
A hint that Neal prowled for youthful beauties.
I did a fist pump to signal that I’d scored first.
Dawna shook her head. No point yet.
I made my voice earnest and said, “I guess Neal’s into helping people.”
I expected Octavia to jump in and correct my naive view o
