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CHAPTER 32

ONCE BACK IN my car, I mentally put Julio’s in my rearview mirror and home in my headlights. That’s when my phone rang from its spot on the dash mount. Just before I jumped a curb as I turned left onto California Street, I pushed the talk button.

I said “Cin—” but she was already talking over me on speakerphone.

“I’ve got something good, Linds. Dug up by your own dear Girl Reporter.”

I slowed for the light at Divisadero and said, “I’m overdue for good news, Cindy. Please don’t make me beg.”

She laughed and said, “Can you meet me at Grumpy Lynn’s tomorrow morning at eight? I have exhibits. I have a theory—and half a plan.”

“Cindy, Yuki asked me to help her settle down some freaked-out jurors first thing tomorrow before they—”

“Do not worry,” said Cindy. “Coffee only. We’ll be there for twenty minutes, tops, I swear.”

“Can you give me a clue?”

“Tomorrow. Let’s say seven thirty at Lynn’s.”

We agreed.