a very capable person, Iâm afraid I must insist that we speak with your superior. Someone ofâ¦higher rank.â
Sabrina read his meaning clearly. Substitute âhigher rankâ with âpossessing male genitalia.â Walter Olgivie was similar to many men of a certain generation who were accustomed to their women at home, waiting for them to return home from the officeâor more probably the golf courseâwith congratulatory smiles and proffered drinks.
âI have been nominated by the mayor and the town council, so you can view me as their representative.â Sabrina managed a cool smile while inwardly picturing her suit of armor.
âWell, then, I would like to know what in the world is going on around here.â Walterâs taut, expensive face looked irritated. Sabrina wondered if he had some type of surgery to remove the hair from his face. It was that smooth, and Walter did not look as if he were adverse to surgical enhancement. Most sixty-something men did not have body-builder physiques and faces as unlined as a five-year-old childâs.
âThat is something that I will endeavor to find out as soon as possible,â Sabrina said in a cheery voice. âAnd what is your name?â As she turned to him, the grayish man in the back of the room jerked as if she had shouted in his face.
âIâm Lance Mayhew.â Even his voice was grayish and indistinct. He was one of those unforgettable people who could walk naked down the street during rush hour and later no one would be able to describe him. He wore a gray sweat suit, and his thinning hair was an indistinct medium color that was shades of sandy blond, brown and, yes, gray. His nose was high and arched, but it wasnât enough to give his face any sort of character. In fact, his face was as dull and blank as an empty movie screen. Perhaps like a movie screen animated by the focus of the projector, emotion would brighten Lance Mayhewâs face with expression and passion, but just now there was no sign of it.
Sabrina moved over to his side with her pen poised. âAnd your address?â
âI would prefer not to give that.â The words were said without offense or affect.
Sabrina smiled forgivingly and looked around the room. âIs this the whole group?â
âNo, Patti and Sophie left to go to the ladiesâ room. They should be back soon,â Dennis offered, without removing his head from his hands.
Sabrina nodded. She had suspected that Patti Townsend and her beautiful friend were Hummers. âTell me, for what reason are you here on the island?â She looked around the room, surprised at the warring emotions on their faces.
âItâs because of the Hum,â Walter snapped. âWhy else?â
âAll of you hear the Hum? How fascinating. Whatâs it like?â
There was silence, and then Dennis burst out with, âItâs absolutely horrible, thatâs what!â
âWhy?â
No one would look at Sabrina. Lance finally said in his expressionless voice, âWe would prefer not to talk about it, if you donât mind.â
A small scuffle at the door was the only warning before Joseph Siderius glided in, his yellow dashiki flowing behind him as he went over to a window and sat down without looking at anyone.
Behind Joseph was his son, Michael. The young, handsome president of Hummers International Incorporated stood at the door and surveyed the people inside.
âWhere are Patti and Sophie?â
âRight here!â Patti Townsend rushed into the room, followed by her gorgeous, dazed-looking friend. They took seats at the front of the room.
âGilbert Kaneâs death is a tragedy, thereâs no doubt,â Michael said with perfect showmanâs timing. âBut I know he would want us to continue with our important work, to not let his death stand in the way of our vital mission.â He crossed so he stood with his hand on