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thing's upset him lately? Big changes in his life? That sort of thing?" |
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The woman's gaze switched to McCall. "W-well, I wasn't supposed to know about this, but . . ." She hesitated, then looked toward D.J., who raised her eyebrows in encouragement. "His wife left him for another man. The only reason I know the story is because the secretary from his old office and I are friends. He transferred here about a month ago. She thought I should know so I could help him." |
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"I see." The woman returned her attention to McCall when he spoke. "Does he have any other family we can call?" |
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"Not that I know of. He never mentioned anything personal. Just kept to himself and did his job. I think he was still trying to get over the shock of losing his wife." |
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"All right." McCall took the woman gently by the elbow and led her to the door. "We'll take care of things now. Just keep everyone out." He gave her a little push, and she stepped into the hall. "Oh, and what's Mr. Packard's first name?" |
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"Thank you." McCall closed the door in her face. |
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"Very nice," D.J. observed. "I'm impressed already. You handled the secretarywho wasn't out on the ledge, may I point outquite well. Now let's see what you can do with the real problem. Sounds like this Packard has had a tough time with the little woman and wants to go visit the angels earlier than he should." The mention of angels reminded D.J. of the woman floating above her bed. She hoped the apparition would be gone when she got |
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