CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVEI went straight home from Ariel’s house and checked my office voice mail. There were two messages: one from Jamila and one from Chris Gonzales at Park & Planning. I whipped up a quick scrambled egg-and-salsa sandwich for dinner. According to my wall clock, it was nearly 5:30. I tried Gonzales first, in case he might still be there.
I was still nibbling the last bits of my sandwich when he picked up the phone. “Natural Resources,” he said.
“Hi, this is Sam McRae. We spoke earlier. Remember?”
“Oh, yes, Ms. McRae. How could I forget? What can I do for you?”
“Uh . . . I believe you called me and left a message to call you.”
“Oh, right! I’m sorry. It’s getting late and I forgot. All I wanted to tell you was that I have . . . how should I put this? Let me call you back, o
