“Tom,” she said. “Tom Delaney.”
“I’ll think about it,” he said.
Outside, the Los Angeles night was loud and indifferent. Dolph Lambert walked to his rental car, opened the door, and sat for a long time with his hands on the wheel. dolph lambert
Then he started the engine, pulled out of the parking lot, and drove toward Bakersfield, toward the garage, toward whatever came next. “Tom,” she said
She smiled. “Is it?”