CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE“There’s no honor among thieves, is there?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call Daniel Garfinkel a thief.” Marvia had her back to Lindsey. It was raining on Oxford Street, and from the rich green hills to the east a ghostly gray mist melted into pale, phantom-haunted clouds.
“What is he, then? I know, a murderer.”
“He killed Annabella Buonaventura, no question about that. Now that he’s admitted starting the Film Archive fire there isn’t.”
“What does his new lawyer have to say about that? Torrie something, what’s her name?”
“Torrie Hazlett-Jones. Reminds me of Claudia Ferré, my ex’s new wife.”
“I know Claudia. What about Hazlett-Jones?”
“She’s still going with Mama’s zombie defense. But she’s trying to bargain the charges down at the same time. If she can’t get him off compl
