She answered the phone at once. "Hello?"
"This is Tal."
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid you have the wrong number."
"I'll be there at ten like you said."
"That's perfectly all right." She hung up. Her last comment had been the tip-off. Somebody was there with her. She had answered as though I had apologized. I wondered if it would be all set for ten. I wondered if I dared try again. I went to the drugstore counter and had coffee. The counter was emptying rapidly as people went to work. I bought a Redding paper. The discovery of the bodies had been given a big play. The article filled in a little more background than the radio item, but essentially it was the same.
At nine-thirty I tried again. She answered on the second ring. "Hello?"
"This is Tal again."
"Yes?"
"Is this deal off or on. What goes on? Should I be there at ten?"
"This coming Saturday? No, I'm very sorry. I have a date."