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I had to admit to curiosity about Hilary Greene, Jack’s ex-wife. David hadn’t asked me to speak with her, not directly, but I thought it might be a good idea. Jack may not have been in her life for several years but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been in contact with him. Her gallery was on upper Fillmore. I should have asked David the name of the business or looked it up before I left the firm. That’s if I had thought ahead, but it couldn’t be that hard to locate. I decided to risk the traffic and followed Ulloa until it hit 19th Avenue. It was bumper to bumper with lights at every block. After twenty minutes, the traffic flow finally picked up. I took the road through Golden Gate Park over to Geary and down to Fillmore. Once there, I started searching for a parking space. Here, the sun
