What a day for a Pacific front. What little was left of the inn would be a sodden mess. As he drew closer to the City, he beat himself up over not giving Sylvia his cell number. This evening he would phone Villa Valetti, but after business hours he would probably get a recording. The vintner’s personal phone was no doubt unlisted, and if not, Lyle wouldn’t put it past Andre to say Sylvia wasn’t there when she was. How could Lyle have been so stupid as to let his jealousy be obvious and upset her? He’d hated to leave her with that creep. Instead of calling this evening, he would drive back up to the hospital after work. Try again to talk her into coming back with him. By nine thirty he had showered and changed into a gray suit, tailored shirt, and tie, and parked beneath the I-80 ramp. Feeling odd dressed up, though it had only been a few weeks, he fast-walked between the raindrops over to the Hall of Justice entry and passed through security. Since getting Dickerson’s imperial summons, he’d been too focused on Sylvia and Andre to wonder much about why he’d been called back.
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