CHAPTER TENLindsey left Holy City full of war stories. Talking to Lawton Crump—more accurately, listening to Lawton Crump talk and prompting him with occasional questions—was like spending the morning in a time warp. It was wonderful in its way, and yet disquieting. Was Crump another of those sad temporal nomads, a man whose glory days were long gone and whose present and future must be lived in the ever-fading glow of the receding past?
A late spring storm had moved in from the Gulf of Alaska and gusts of cold wind swept sheets of rain across the freeway. The Hyundai’s windshield wipers struggled valiantly to hold the water in check.
He got back to Walnut Creek with his head still buzzing. He wrote up a progress report and faxed it to Richelieu in Denver. Ms. Wilbur and Elmer Mueller we
