“Take it easy,” Kerman said, and looked startled. “You’re letting your imagination run
away with you.”
“I hope I am,” I said, and made for the phone booth.
Kerman clutched my arm and pulled me back.
“Look at that!”
He was pointing to a stack of evening newspapers on the magazine counter. Inch headlines smeared across the front page read:
Wife of Well-known Nature Cure Doctor
Commits Suicide
“Get it,” I said, jerked my arm free and shut myself in the booth. I put the call through to Paula’s apartment and waited. I could hear the buzz-buzz note of the ringing tone, but no one answered. I stood there, my heart thumping, the receiver against my ear, listening and waiting.
She should be there. We had agreed Anona wasn’t to be left alone.