it, but the Society was not that institution. Still, Marty was merely doing what she had promised the sisters,and I was always happy to see a piece of history that I had missed. And there were plenty of those.
At ten of ten, Marty called from her car and said she was idling at the curb in front of the building. âYou ready to go?â
âI am. No change in plans?â
âNope. If they offer lunch, say yes, but it may be cucumber sandwiches and petit fours.â
âI wonât complain. Be right down!â
On the way out I told Eric where I was going and that I wasnât sure when Iâd be back. I checked to see that I had my cell phone, and that it was set to vibrate. âYou can call me if anything urgent comes up.â
âWhat would you call
urgent
right now?â Eric asked.
âWell, maybe if Detective Hrivnak calls. James has my number, and Marty will be with me. I guess thatâs about all. Thanks, Eric.â
I made my way downstairs and out to Martyâs car.
âEverything good?â Marty asked as she pulled away from the curb.
âJust fine. Do I look like I donât think so?â
âNo, you look normal. Maybe thatâs the problemâyou get shot at, you should look . . . different.â
âWell, Iâm sorry I look too good. I promise you Iâm quivering inside.â
âIâm surprised Jimmy isnât glued to your side, as a self-appointed bodyguard.â
Since Marty and James had grown up together, she knew him well. âI think heâd like to be, but he respects my independence. Iâll let him comfort me later.â
âI bet,â Marty said with what looked like a smirk.
I ignored her innuendo. âDid you talk to Eliot?â
âI did. Heâs definitely on board with being on board, if you know what I mean.â
âGood. He knows the vote is next week, right?â
âYes. But we donât see any problems, do we?â
âNot that I know of. Iâm looking forward to getting to know him better. Did you have a chance to talk about the neighborhoods project?â
âWe talked about it a little, but letâs save that for the ride home. I should fill you in on what weâre going to see now.â
âYou know, you never told me why the Oliver sisters approached you about this. Anything I should know?â
âItâs complicated.â
âMarty, with you itâs always complicated. Whyâd they pick you as their, what, agent? Ambassador?â
âI had a school friend who lived out that way, and she introduced me to the sisters because she thought Iâd be interested in the houseâthis was years ago. She told them about my role at the Society, and I guess we spent some time talking about what the Society does. Before you ask, theyâve never been members or donors. So when they decided to sell, they got in touch with me. I think they donât trust real estate agents, who are busy counting up the dollar signs. And their lawyer, in Center City, was a friend of my fatherâs.â
All the interconnections were typical for Marty. Heaven help me if I ever had to draw a diagram to explain her links to anything.
âPlease remember, Marty, I havenât made any promises. You know the Society as well as or better than I do, and you know what our limitations are.â
âOf course I do. But maybe together we can come up with some ideas for the place. It really is gorgeous, and mostly untouched.â
âAll right, fill me in.â I settled back in my seat to listen.
Marty launched into a brisk summary of the house we were headed to see. âTraditional high-end colonial set in the midst of over fifty acres of land. Built in 1769, and it includes a carriage house and barn. Built for the son of a wealthy local family when he got marriedâand it was a real power marriage, to the daughter of one of the most prominent men