CHAPTER THIRTYMrs. Blomquist glanced up from her work and said, “Have a seat, Mr. Lindsey. Mr. Richelieu will see you as soon as he gets off the phone.” She turned back to her work, then did a double take. “Mr. Lindsey! What happened to your face?”
Lindsey managed a smile even though it cost him a twinge and a groan. “You wouldn’t believe I ran into a doorknob, would you?”
Mrs. Blomquist laughed. Underneath her Gibson Girl hair-do and pale powder, she was starting to seem almost human. “How ’bout them Rockies?” she said.
A light winked off and she said, “You can go in now.”
Richelieu waved Lindsey to a chair. Richelieu wore a midnight blue suit with barely visible pinstripes and a shirt and tie that must have been made to his order. He had a way of making Lindsey feel as if his own clo
