CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOMarvia got on the freeway headed toward the island city of Alameda, once a resort area where rich San Franciscans maintained summer homes. It had been a struggle to get Lindsey’s injured leg into the car. His crutches protruded from the window. Once they were rolling, the trip was easy.
In recent decades Alameda had become the site of a huge naval air station where giant carriers had their home port. Lindsey had visited Alameda before, on business for International Surety. It was the kind of town that he liked. The kind of town where the local barber can run for mayor and win, and still keep his barber shop as well. The old, tree-lined streets and the shopping areas are all reminiscent of an earlier time. To walk around the picturesque town, you’d think that Ike was stil
