“we managed to get you back after all,” he said. Then finally, he smiled.
He had her take a seat on a small couch and he sat in a well-worn red leather chair. A pair of glasses was resting on a book nearby, and she instinctively sneaked a peek. A Heart-breaking Work of Staggering Genius. Not what she would have expected.
“You mending?” she asked.
“Trying to. I read your story today It was terrible about that policeman. It's true? Tasha's murder might be tied up with two others?”
“The police think so,” Cindy answered. “The M.E. believes she was deliberately shot.”
Winslow grimaced and then shook his head. “I don't understand. Tasha was just a little girl. What possible connection could there be?”
“It wasn't so much Tasha” - Cindy held eye contact with Aaron Winslow - 'as what she represented. All the victims apparently have a link to San Francisco cops.
Winslow's eyes narrowed. “So tell me, what brings you back so soon? Your soul aching? Why are you here?”
Cindy lowered her eyes. “The service yesterday It was moving. I felt chills. It's been a long time for me. Actually, I think my soul has been aching. I just haven't bothered to notice.”
Winslow's look softened. She'd told him a small truth, and it had touched him. “Well, good. I'm glad to hear you were moved.”
Cindy smiled. Incredibly, he made her feel at ease. He seemed centered, genuine, and she'd heard nothing but good things about him. She wanted to do a story on him, and she knew it would be a good one, maybe a great story.
“I bet I know what you're thinking,” Aaron Winslow said.
“Okay.” she said, “shoot.”
“You're wondering... the man seems together enough, not completely weirded out. He doesn't seem like a minister. So what is he doing making his living working like this?”
Cindy flashed an embarrassed smile. “I admit, something like that did cross my mind. I'd like to do a story about you and the Bay View neighborhood.”
He seemed to be thinking it over. But then he changed the subject on her.
“What is it you like to do, Cindy?”
“Do?”
“In the big, bad world of San Francisco you cover out there. After you call in your story. What moves you besides your job at the Chronicle? What are your passions?”
She found herself smiling. “Hey, I ask the questions. I want to do a story on you. Not the other way around,” she said. “All right. I like yoga. I take a class twice a week on Chestnut Street. You ever do yoga?”
“No, but I meditate every day.” Cindy smiled some more. She wasn't even sure why.
“I'm in a women's book club. Two women's clubs, actually. I like jazz.”
Winslow's eyes lit. “What kind of jazz? I like jazz myself.”
Cindy laughed. “Okay, now we're getting somewhere. What kind of jazz do you like?”
“Progressive. Interpretive. Anything from Pine-top Perkins to Coltrane.”
“You know the Blue Door? On Geary?” she asked.
“Of course I know the Blue Door. I go there Saturday nights, whenever Carlos Reyes is in town. Maybe we could go sometime. As part of your story. You don't have to answer right now.” “Then you agree to let me do a piece on you?” Cindy said.
“I agree... to let you do a piece on the neighborhood. I'll help you with it.”
A half hour later, in her car, Cindy sat letting the engine run, almost too astonished to put it in gear. I don't believe what I just did... Lindsay would rap her in the head. Question whether her gadgets were properly working.
But they were working. They were humming a little, actually. The tiny hairs on her arms were standing straight up.
She had the beginnings of what she thought might be a good story, maybe a prizewinner.
She'd also just accepted a date from Tasha Catchings's pastor, and she couldn't wait to see him again.
Maybe my soul has been aching, Cindy thought as she finally drove away from the church.
Womans Murder Club 2 - Second Chance
Chapter 40
IT WAS CLOSE TO SEVEN on Saturday. The end of a long, insane, incredibly stressful week. Three people had died. My only good leads had come and gone.
I needed to talk to somebody, so I went up to eight, where the D. A.'s staff was located. Two doors down from the big man himself was Jill's corner office.
