"What's that?" "A transcript of an interview with Brett that was done yesterday on a Florida radio station."
"Oh? What are you reading that for?""I was listening to 'Golden' and decided to run a search on it, and this came up."
I tried reading, but my angle was bad.
"What's it say?" "He was asked if there's really an Eva out there and he said yes, there is, and he recently reconnected with her and hopes to make it work out a second time."
"What? No way!" "Yes way."
Cary grinned.
"So you've got your rebound man lined up if Cross doesn't get his shit together."
I pushed to my feet.
"Whatever.
I'm hungry.
Want something?" "If your appetite's back, that's a good sign."
"Everything's coming back," I told him.
"With a vengeance."
* * *
I was waiting at the curb for Angus the next morning.
He pulled up and Paul, the doorman for my apartment building, opened the back door for me.
"Good morning, Angus," I greeted him."Good morning, Miss Tramell."
His gaze met mine in the rearview mirror, and he smiled.
As he started to pull away, I leaned forward between the two front seats.
"Do you know where Corinne Giroux lives?" He glanced at me.
"Yes."
I sat back.
"That's where I want to go."
* * *
Corinne lived around the corner from Gideon.
I was certain that wasn't a coincidence.
I checked in with the front desk and waited twenty minutes before I was given permission to go up to the tenth floor.
I rang the bell to her apartment and the door swung open to reveal a flushed and disheveled Corinne in a floor-length black silk robe.
She was seriously gorgeous, with her silky black hair and eyes like aquamarines, and she moved with a lithe grace I admired.
I'd armored up in my favorite gray sleeveless dress and was very glad I had.