CHAPTER NINETEEN
July 2, 2010
Evening
A man’s throat cleared, and a bass rumble began:
This is Percy Humboldt. Today is October the 20th, 1979, five days after Violet Hathaway explained that my key’s destruction was possible.
Calvin blinked at the familiar last name. “Hathaway?” He rechecked the label on the client folder. “A million bucks says this Violet person is related to Natalie.”
These are the details of my visit to the VisumOris convention, and my first real conversation with Violet. My hands have grown too weak to hold a pen, so I hope my voice will suffice.
Violet mailed me a plane ticket not long after our first meeting when she appeared in my office, pretending to be a client.
Pretending or not, Calvin knew he had to ask Natalie exactly how involved she was with VisumOr
