CHAPTER FIFTEENLindsey sat there in a fugue. How long? It might have been thirty seconds or it might have been thirty minutes.
Sullivan Winston brought him out of it by shaking his shoulder with one scarred, stiff, powerful hand. Lindsey could smell coffee brewing.
Winston said, “You all right, Hobart?”
Lindsey said he was.
Winston said, “I guess it was a shock to you. What I said.”
Lindsey said, “Uh-huh.”
“I really tried to do right, Hobart. No kidding. After the navy wouldn’t believe me, I even called your mom about it. Did she ever tell you?”
“I don’t remember. I must have been just a little kid.”
“A baby. Yeah. I couldn’t travel, I couldn’t go see her, but I called up and tried to tell her what happened, but she kept getting mixed up about your dad, about Joey. She couldn’t und
