Jason said. “It can’t be Deldeo. He’s locked up in federal prison. And besides, if he’s not, what would he be doing in Phoenix? You’ve just been working too hard.” Lindsey felt a wave of nausea. “Jason, please don’t patronize me. I’m telling you it’s him. I could never forget that face. He killed my father. Don’t you think I know what he looks like? His image is burned in my mind.” “It’s not proof he’s here,” Jason said. Lindsey sat silent a moment. Jason had managed to get the day off after a frantic call from Lindsey. He had driven the three hours from Tucson and now stood in her living room. He took her in his arms. “Okay, let’s assume for the moment, it is him. You can’t just go confront your boss and tell him Deldeo killed your father. Obviously they must have some connection, or he wouldn’t be at Imec in the CEO’s office. We need to find out if it is him, beyond any doubt. Then we’ll figure out what to do.” Lindsey gave Jason a skeptical look.
