CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXAfter I left Sylvia’s, I pulled over to call Duvall. The tone of his voice when he answered suggested he might be in the middle of something.
“Where’ve you been? I’ve been trying to reach you,” he said. “Excuse me a second.” He covered the mouthpiece and I heard muffled conversation. When he came back, he said, “I see you’re calling me from your cell. Now, at last, I have the number.”
“To be used with discretion,” I warned. “When I’m out, I prefer to be unreachable, thank you.”
“Yet you don’t mind reaching me, apparently.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures. I hope this isn’t a bad time.” I wondered if he was with a woman. I felt an unexpected pang of jealousy at the thought.
“Actually, just having a late lunch with an old friend up in Baltimore.”
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