“No, really.” Lindsey shook his head. “You can check with my company. Our company. Miss Rossellini is from the Chicago office, or my own office in Denver—”
“Denver, hey? If this is a scam you’re in the wrong establishment, but at least it sounds interesting. Come in. Wait a minute while I shut this thing down.” She hit some controls on an oversized tape deck. “Trying to clean this thing up, nobody has an ET and this tape must be a zillionth generation.”
Rossellini put in, “ET? As in the movie?”
“ET, as in electrical transcription. They’re the best source for a lot of classic radio shows, but most of them were destroyed decades ago.”
Lindsey said, “This is Wavelength Heaven?”
“Wendy Wavelength, in person.” She picked a pair of business cards from a holder in the counter and extended th
