Chapter Twenty-SixThirty minutes after he hung up with Diane, Rico pulled up in Forester's circular driveway behind an ambulance. Its motor was running and its lights were flashing. He rang the doorbell and Diane opened the door in tears. That and the look on her face told him what had happened.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“He's gone!” she sobbed and stood there alone. She had the look of someone who had been abandoned on a deserted island by a ship that was disappearing in the distance.
“I'm sorry,” Rico said. But neither his voice nor his face betrayed any emotion. He didn't reach out to comfort her, and she didn't reach out to him.
He and Diane were almost strangers and he found it difficult to empathize with her. Forester's health had been deteriorating for years. That was clear from
