Chapter 32They kept Cindy for observation on Sunday. On Monday morning, she was released from the hospital. I drove her to where her car was parked. On the way there she asked, “Warren, what are you doing today?”
“I’m driving up to San Francisco to meet with the FBI. And you?”
“I’m meeting with my producer, who is also my agent. We need to put a show together. I’m going to be very busy the next couple of weeks.”
Her voice trailed off a little and I could tell she was waiting for a response.
Finally, I said, “I’ll be home in the afternoon. Call me when you’re free tonight and we can get together for dinner.”
“Are you ok, Warren? You’ve been so distant all morning.”
I sat quietly looking out the window. With a voice low and far away, I said, “I know my life has caused a lot of emotiona
