Did he say what he wanted?” I asked Gretchen, when she buzzed up to tell me he was on the line. “Nope! He just asked for you.”I glanced at Paige standing near the door, her parka zipped, ready to go. “Would you come up here and get Paige? Keep her company in the office until I finish with him.”“I’m on my way!”Almost immediately, I heard the tap-tap of Gretchen’s French heels against the concrete floor on the warehouse level, and I said to Paige, “I’ve got to take this call. I shouldn’t be too long.”“Is that the man Rosalie’s writing the book about? Mr. Fine?”I nodded. “Did you know him?”“I met him once. At the Heyer’s company summer picnic. It was nice of them to include us because Rosalie wasn’t a regular employee.”Gretchen stepped into the room. “Hi, Paige! Follow me!” Gretchen said. “Let’s go downstairs. I found some yummy candy!”As soon as they started off, I picked up the receiver. “Gerry?”“Josie? Is that you?” he asked in a different tone than I was used to, more intense and less friendly.
