If he called from his office Grace Vitelli would inevitably know it and he did not want her to. Miss Brewer had a slightly hard, matter-of-fact voice that he liked. “Lorene asked me about that,” she said. “I’m pretty sure I tucked that number away somewhere. She said she didn’t want it, but I hated to take the responsibility of destroying it. You know how it is. I didn’t have any time this morning, but I’ll take a look tonight. Could I call you—” “Miss Brewer, how about your lunch hour?” “What do you mean?” “I’ll run you out and bring you back again. I’ll even buy you the best lunch in town. It wouldn’t take you very long to find the number, would it?” “I don’t suppose so. But—” “Look, I know you have a job to worry about. I promise to get you back on time. It’s very important to me.”
