Skating On Thin Ice
“But after less than a half hour of responding to e-mails and writing a few checks—I’ve never become comfortable with the idea of paying bills online—I got up from my desk and paced my office. My research and phone calls had given me a sense that I’d made a modicum of progress in the Olshansky case. I suppose that his death being officially labeled a murder only bolstered my need not to lose momentum.
Restless, I glanced at the clock on the wall: four thirty. I went to the window and looked out.... It was already dark. Even so, I decided that a brisk walk was in order to clear my mind. I slipped into my down winter jacket, put on boots, and was about to head out when the phone rang.
“Mrs. Fletcher?” a young woman’s voice asked.
“Yes?”
“It’s Marisa, from the ice arena,” she said, her voice wavering.
“Hello, Marisa. What a nice surprise.”
She burst into tears.
“What’s wrong, dear? Are you all right?”
“Did you hear what they’re going to do?”
“No, I don’t think I’ve heard anything new,”MoreLess
Restless, I glanced at the clock on the wall: four thirty. I went to the window and looked out.... It was already dark. Even so, I decided that a brisk walk was in order to clear my mind. I slipped into my down winter jacket, put on boots, and was about to head out when the phone rang.
“Mrs. Fletcher?” a young woman’s voice asked.
“Yes?”
“It’s Marisa, from the ice arena,” she said, her voice wavering.
“Hello, Marisa. What a nice surprise.”
She burst into tears.
“What’s wrong, dear? Are you all right?”
“Did you hear what they’re going to do?”
“No, I don’t think I’ve heard anything new,”MoreLess
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