GOLDEN GLORY“Chicago again?”
Richelieu nodded.
“We have plenty of good people there,” Lindsey said. “Why should I fly out there to tackle a case that somebody on-site can take care of?”
Richelieu removed his gold-framed spectacles and turned them in front of his elegant tie. The bright sunlight of a Colorado morning glinted from polished lenses and danced across his immaculate desktop.
“You’re thinking of Gina Rossellini?”
“Indeed.”
Richelieu leaned back in his brass-studded leather chair. “Maybe she could. But this one seems right down your alley. I thought you’d jump at it.”
Lindsey pursed his lips. “I haven’t even seen the case folder, Mr. Richelieu. You’re hardly being fair.”
“Of course not. Never have been, have I? Don’t intend to start now.” Richelieu grinned.
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