Chapter Seven
I listened to my messages and Wenders was right. There was a death threat. And it was a beaut. But I didn't know the speaker from the man in the moon. And, with real problems to think about, I reset the tape for new messages and put it out of mind.
I picked up broken glass until sunrise. Then I threw cold water on my face, scraped my face and, finally, gave up on my face in the closet-sized bathroom in the corner of Lisa's reception area. I wanted to check on Lisa; to see how badly she was injured and make sure Wenders was right when he guessed she would be okay. I usually keep a change of clothes in the office but nothing that day had been usual; I didn't have one. I didn't want to go all the way back to my apartment for one. But I didn't want to risk Mrs. Solomon's ire by
