CHAPTER TWENTY“Bart, you’re going to have to carry a beeper or get a cellular, one or the other.”
“Sorry. How many tries did it take?”
“Not so many. The office manager at International Surety in Walnut Creek said to try the Robeson Center. La Vonda Hendry said you’d be at the Film Archive with Ms. Wilbur and Mr. MacReedy. But, say, who is that lovely creature at I.S.?”
“Why ask that?” Lindsey was relieved that Marvia was handling the loss of her father as well as she was. He knew that she’d had time to prepare for it, and he knew that she dealt with death every day in her job. But still—he wondered at the odd blank space in his own emotional tapestry. It was the space where an image of his father should have been. But his father had been killed before Hobart Lindsey was born.
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