CHAPTER NINE“You’re a slow reader.”
“Just hold on a moment. I’m almost done.” Lindsey lowered his copy of the MacReedy narrative. “Okay,” he said. He rubbed his eyes.
Marvia asked, “What do you think of it?”
Lindsey grinned. “It’s a great little story. Of course Scoggins will have to run more sessions with the old man. He started out to research MacReedy’s film-making career and all he has here—” he held the manuscript in front of him “—all he has here is Valdosta, Georgia, and Saint Cloud, Minnesota, and writing books. I didn’t know that MacReedy wrote books. And driving around in that portable pup tent of his…what an adventure that must have been.”
Marvia dropped her copy of the manuscript on a reading table and slid onto Lindsey’s lap. She put her arms around his shoulders and snugg
