Zoilo Hashimoto

JADE TERMINATED THE D’ARGENT NARRATIVE AND CALLED back her unfinished message to Jim Gradowsky.

“Jim,” she said, “I just listened to D’Argent’s story. Its good material. He’s so obviously biased against Sam that he makes Sam look almost like an angel. Let’s go with it.”

Spence called from the bed, “You getting hungry, Jade? It’s almost dinner hour.”

She smiled at her husband. “Just let me finish this and then we can dress for dinner.”

“I’ve got to take a shower,” Spence said.

“Me too. You go first while I finish this message to Jim.”

Spence gave her a wolfish grin. “I’ll wait. Then we can shower together.”

“In that teeny little stall?”

“We’ll have to stay very close to each other.”

Jade smiled back at him. “Okay. Give me a minute.”

Turning back to the wall screen, she went on, “Jim, I got this story out of the blue. A guy named Hashimoto sent it to me at the office and Monica forwarded it to me. Apparently he saw the bio and figured he’d put in what he knows about Sam. It’s a good story. I think we should include it in the follow-on.”