Evan made a beeline for the flea market bazaar where he first encountered the pearl. He grew in confidence that if Katherine possessed the pearl and if he could keep everyone’s eyes off Katherine, there was a chance that everything could work out. One question that he couldn’t get out of his head was if…
Four minutes later, Evan entered the lobby of The Webster. He checked his watch and sucked his teeth in frustration. Not only was he upset by how age and inactivity had slowed him, but he was also mad at Katherine for making him run all the way. It seemed like everything was working against him….
As soon as Evan Gold stepped in from the street, the sound of the phone’s impatient ringing greeted him. He picked up the receiver and held it lazily to his ear. “This is Gold.” The woman’s voice spoke on the other end. Her smooth tone had just a hint of rasp brought on by a…
On his walk back to the office, Evan remembered Katherine’s request to fill out the account paperwork at the bank. He made the necessary detour and took care of the details. It pained him to write every pen stroke and wondered if he was helping or hurting his chances of building trust with her. At…
Gold made his way from The Walnut Grove to The Webster. He noticed a familiar-looking woman tucked away in the corner of the lobby reading a book. Evan realized it was his friend Lauren Bacall. He tugged on the brim of his hat to shield his face a little and sauntered over to the front…
The sound of a car engine waking to life outside woke Evan with a start. It took him an instant or two to get his bearings as the lights of his apartment were still on, and he was not in his bed. He was in his armchair, and Claire was draped across the cushions of…
Gold returned from the kitchen a few minutes later with a couple of cold-cut sandwiches and mugs of steaming coffee. Claire examined the meager offering and pushed the plate away from her. “Now,” Evan sighed as he sat down, reaching for his cup of coffee. The first sip stung his lips, and he winced. “I…
Evan stormed straight to the bathroom, rubbing his jaw the whole way. Claire clasped her hands together and followed him. “Why did they come here, Evan?” Claire asked. Evan didn’t acknowledge her. He turned his face to the left and right in the mirror, double-checking to see if there was any lasting damage from Bobby…
Evan Gold raised himself out of his armchair and walked to the front door. A moment later, Harold Huber stormed into the living room. Evan noticed the strangled playbill in Harold’s hand. He made a mental note to have Sophie send The Webster’s front desk a nice gift for promptly delivering the message to Harold…
Claire spun around, making a quick assessment of the spartan furnishings. Her eyes finally landed back on Evan. She stared at him with pity. “Didn’t she get you flustered? Is she someone I need to worry about?” Evan looked up at Claire, smiled, took off his hat, and tossed it on the lonely table by…
