“To you.”
“No, no, there must be someone else.”
“There wasn’t. Mrs. Lintig showed up in Oakview, hired an attorney, and secured a dismissal of the divorce action on the grounds of lack of prosecution. I talked with her—”
“You talked with her?” he interrupted.
I nodded.
“What does she look like?” he asked. “How is she?”
“She shows her age,” I said. “I’m assuming she was approximately your age.”
“Three years older.”
“All right. She looks it, every bit of it. She’s put on some weight. Her hair is silver-grey. She’s a fairly competent-looking customer.”
He clamped his lips together. “Where is she now?”