CHAPTER 90
Lindsey knew it was nerves because she’d been unable to reach Amanda. She only had the one phone number and had left messages four times in the eight calls she placed. It was plain and simple nerves that had made her change her clothes three times this morning before going to see Edward Johns. She’d certainly needed something to do, anything to forget the long sleepless night.
Betsy Johns, her goddaughter and Amanda’s messenger, had met her at the back entrance of the Treasury building. They were driven with minimum escort to the charming café she and June had found one summer’s afternoon on the other side of the mall. She’d still been a Senator’s wife and her friend was often called Mrs. Colonel by those who knew her as the wife of Edward Johns. It had become a regular haunt
