The Girl in Times Square

56. Unraveling at Home and Overseas (#litres_trial_promo)

57. An Encounter at Tompkins Square (#litres_trial_promo)

58. Eight Days in Maui (#litres_trial_promo)

59. And Now—About Spencer (#litres_trial_promo)

60. John Doe (#litres_trial_promo)

61. Olenka Pevny (#litres_trial_promo)

62. Lindsey (#litres_trial_promo)

63. A Terminal Degree in Cancer Treatment (#litres_trial_promo)

64. Amy and Andrew (#litres_trial_promo)

65. Nathan Sinclair (#litres_trial_promo)

66. A Boat in Key Biscayne (#litres_trial_promo)

67. Cabo San Lucas (#litres_trial_promo)

68. A Day at the Abbey (#litres_trial_promo)

69. An Anarchist in Action (#litres_trial_promo)

70. Massacre Grounds (#litres_trial_promo)

71. The Cancer Chick and the Revolutionary (#litres_trial_promo)

72. The Peyote Dance (#litres_trial_promo)

73. The Lessons of the Russian Tsar (#litres_trial_promo)

74. Acting Without Measure (#litres_trial_promo)

75. The Postman (#litres_trial_promo)

76. The Only One (#litres_trial_promo)

77. Wollman’s Rink (#litres_trial_promo)

78. DNR (#litres_trial_promo)

79. And Now—About Amy (#litres_trial_promo)

80. The Other Side (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

THE PAST AS PROLOGUE (#ulink_84759fcc-df09-577c-ab7f-46752b982740)

“Spencer, do you see this?”

“Katie, I do.”

“Her investments are shooting out of the sky. I’ve never seen anything like it. Her fund is growing at rate of thirty-four percent a year.”

“Joy, should we have some lunch?”

“Stop smiling at me like that, Larry, I know what your lunch entails. I can’t. I’m knitting.”

Giggling.

“Did you read the paper this morning? In Ethiopia, a grenade exploded at a wedding, killing the bride and three other people.”

“Mother, please!”

“What? Apparently it’s custom for guests to fire their guns at weddings in wild jubilation, though grenades are apparently more rare.”

“You’ll have to excuse my mother, Detective O’Malley.”

“Thank you, but I’m quite entertained by her, Mrs. Quinn.”

“Mrs. Quinn, how are you feeling?”

“I could be better, Dr. DiAngelo. I’m tired all the time. And I wanted to show you this.” There is a pause, the sound of shoes walking across the floor. “What do you think this is? Some kind of a weird rash, right?”

“Allie, do you think you can stop showing the doctor your ailments with the police in the room?”

“Oh, Detective O’Malley has seen worse than this, Mother. Haven’t you, detective?”

“Much worse, and please—call me Spencer.”

“No, Allie, I just don’t understand you at all. Why do this now? It’s just a rash!”

“Oh, you can talk about your Ethiopian exploding brides, but I can’t show the doctor a real problem? The doctor is here, I might as well take advantage, right, Dr. DiAngelo?”

“Absolutely Mrs. Quinn. Let’s see what you’ve got here.”

There is sighing, clothes rustling, a silence, an ahem, a “Well, what is it?”