CHAPTER VIIDeaf Heaven
Twenty minutes later—when Olivia, despite Timuroffs reassurances, was beginning to get anxious—Pete phoned to say he was delayed, as usual, and where were they going to have dinner?
“How much longer will he be?” asked Liselotte. “Perhaps it would be better to call the Jade Pavilion, for a good Chinese dinner to be sent up to the apartment. You will be my guests.”
Timuroff nodded. “Good, then he won’t have to waste time waiting around a restaurant.”
Olivia passed the word along, and told her husband—but without conviction—that there’d be no going back to work for him that night if she could help it. She sighed. “He says if you don’t mind waiting he’ll have a squad car drop him here. Then you and he can come on over. He means he wants to talk without us girls.”
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