Maybe it was just a coincidence, but Dorothy Yamura was famous for her dislike of coincidences. They made her nervous, she said, and she drilled it into her subordinates not to trust coincidence, but to look for the underlying connection.
Marvia Plum walked back on Telegraph. Near Woodstock West she ran into Star Lotus. The young woman was in tears. When she spotted Marvia she started to turn away, then spun around—Marvia could see she was wearing low-top boots, at least she wasn’t walking the street barefoot—and ran toward Marvia.
She was running past Marvia when Marvia reached out and caught her by the arms. “What’s the matter? What happened?”
Star Lotus looked at Marvia and shook her head. Her cheeks were wet. The smell of too-sweet incense came off her clothing, mixed with the sharp
