Chapter Fourteen
“It’s going to take forever,” Sandy said at lunch time.
She was sitting at Linus Davidson’s cluttered desk in the converted sales office. His Caddy was still outside, with her Volkswagen parked in exactly the same spot it had been exactly a week before. This time, Mickey’s truck was parked there, too. And no baseball bats were in evidence.
Mickey was sitting on the brown leather couch, thinking that Sandy was a very cool customer to do what she was doing while he did so. She had on another one of her white nylon uniforms, and had just run down from work to meet Mickey and go through whatever they could find at Linus’s.
“What’s the problem?” he asked, crossing his legs.
“I’ll have to call every one of these offices,” she said. “There are thirty of them on this page alo
