Nothing implied that Tarbell was following her, and Ingram’s people were supposed to have that possibility covered, but they’d yet to prove themselves. She got behind the wheel and headed to a Thai restaurant on Alameda’s main drag. The constant stress she felt around her these days lifted when she entered the restaurant and Judy Brent popped up from her seat. She hadn’t seen Judy since she’d left Roche to have Kirsten. Judy hugged Gwen. “It’s so good to see you. It seems like forever.” “I know.” The lunch crowd at the restaurant was light enough for them to get a window table. They ordered right away, to avoid having an ever-present waitress hover near their table. “So how are things?” Judy asked. “Good,” Gwen answered, the word hard to say. It would have been so easy to let it pour out to Judy, but it was too much to load onto her. Besides, Gwen knew that Judy had made the hour-plus drive from Vacaville to do more than eat lunch and catch up. She was hoping to entice Gwen away from Pace to Blackwell Biotech, the company she’d moved to after Roche.
