"Nobody told me." She grabbed it and quickly skimmed the article. Finally she headed for her office. "I've got to call Sarah."
"Tam." I caught her arm. I'd finally made the connection.
"I think I already know the story." Then I recounted Henderson's bizarre tale.
That was the first time though not the last that I saw Tam Richardson look scared. She obviously knew something I didn't.
"Matthew, something is very, very wrong."
"Just repeating what I heard." I looked at her, now twisting the magazine in her hands, and decided to press. "Is there more to this than you're telling me?"
"I don't know." She glanced around. "I really don't want to talk about it here."
"Whatever you say." I paused. "How well did you know him?"
"He had dinner at my apartment not more than a couple of months ago." She tossed down the magazine. "And he asked me to do something for him."
"Did you?" Don't know why I asked. It just seemed relevant.