CHAPTER THIRTEENShe parked the black-and-white at the side entrance of KRED and walked around to the front door. Jessie Loman wore her trademark yellow beret; she hit the buzzer and Marvia stopped at the receptionist’s desk to ask a few questions.
“Does the name Nicholas Train mean anything to you?”
Loman looked puzzled.
“Tina Carter? Oaxaca?” Marvia persisted.
Loman smiled. “I was in Oaxaca last year for my vacation. I had a great time there.”
Marvia shook her head. “I don’t think that’s it. Something about a bomber.”
Loman tilted her head and squinted up through her metal-rimmed glasses. “That’s starting to sound familiar. Wait a minute.”
She flipped the pages of the KRED program guide, then swung it around and shoved it at Marvia. “Lon Dayton’s OTR Heaven. Lon’s been running a se
