LINDEN

“Why do you wanna talk to me alone?”

“About what you asked Sax to do.” He took something from his jacket. It was an envelope. “Sorry, I just made the copy to be discreet. The original is at Osmium.”

“What did you find?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, or I just missed something. She works in an expert marketing service, just like everyone, she came and left. She has a kid, a boy. Don’t worry. He’s not yours. He’s mixed.”

“Of course, it’s not mine. I was on tour. When I came back, she was pregnant. What do you mean by mixed?”

“A black father, I guess.”

A Black?...