"If I could presume to use your office for a moment, would you please call Mr. Martin? Then, when he tells you to join me, please see if your mother a...d your son could join us for luncheon, too." She gave April the address and the girl left the office to use another phone. Emily called her apartment and told the cook there would be four for luncheon at twelve.April called Don Martin's office and Mary answered. The woman said, "Congratulations, April! I'm glad to hear you're still alive. What. Both vehicles backed out of their parking spots and then drove around to the back of the warehouse where there was another exit from the parking lot.I watched the vehicles drive away and then realized that there were two people standing next to where the minivan had parked. Julio and Walter stood and glared at us until the BMW left the lot and then stalked over to me."What the fuck are you thinking?" Walter shouted. "Do you want to get us all killed? There is a protest coming." Do you have a. "It's going to be a fun evening, isn't it, honey?" There was an almost plaintive hunger on that last sentence."That it is," Kirk assured her. He put his arm around her shoulder affectionately, then lifted the gold knocker. He let it fall, and the sound echoed like a temple gong in the small alcove.Almost immediately, the door was opened and the sanding face of Dr. Eric Kaye looked out at them. He wore a gold lounging jacket with a matching silk cravat, knife-creased black slacks, and doeskin. For thelongest time, as far back as Dale could remember, Sammy Spitzmen had alwaysbeen the living definition of beauty, vibrant health, and an almostpalpable sexual energy. She was only about five years his senior, but inhis eyes she might as well have been an elder goddess in front of hisfeeble twenty-one years. So much that he simply couldn't keep a straightface or maintain his composure when in her presence. And in the off chanceshe gave him any sort of kindly caress or made any form of.