CHAPTER SIXTEENThey had both parked in downtown Berkeley. Now to avoid leaving their cars at meters and picking up parking tickets in the morning, he agreed to follow her home. She drove a glittering tan-and-cream Mustang. She parked on Oxford Street in north Berkeley. Lindsey pulled to the curb behind the Mustang and climbed from the Hyundai. Marvia was already standing beside her car. He trotted the few yards to join her.
He felt a moment of vertigo. He had to get past it. He tried a line of small talk. “I like, uh, your car. It’s a classic.”
“’Sixty-eight.”
“Did you buy it on a cop’s salary?”
“My little brother Tyrone gave it to me. He’s the family moneymaker. It was pretty far gone when he got it. Worked on it for a year, watched me sniffing around it the whole time and never said
