TRANSVESTIA

"There's more than that to a marriage," said Lincoln pointedly. "By the way, where is home for Angie? And why does she use Rodriguez as a name to travel under?"

Jean stiffened. "Angie used Rodriguez?" she asked.

Lincoln nodded. "Where's home for her?" he repeated.

Jean looked confused. "Nowhere really," she said at last. "We've been just about everywhere through the Northeast and the Midwest."

She told the guy she sold the car to that she was going home. Now what would that mean?" Lincoln pursued relentlessly.

The effect of the last information upon Jean Rodriguez was startling. Her lips quivered and tears almost immediately began to spring anew from her red-rimmed eyes. "So that's what ..." she sobbed in a low tone Then she stood and between tears, she ushered Glen Lincoln to the great oak doors of Whiteside and pushed him out

Glen Lincoln sat for a long time in his air-conditioned automobile in the long, tree-lined driveway. At last, reluctantly, he drove w He soon found a spot, however, that concealed both his car aind himself, but which Jean Rodriguez would have to pass either on her way to Pacific Studios or to the airport.

His wait was long and tedious. After five hours, a cab passed his waiting spot heading down in the general direction of Whiteside He was rewarded a little later by a clear view of Jean Rodriguez' profile as the cab sped past him. He let the vehicle take a good lead, and would have lost it but for the fact that he knew its probable destina- tion. As he had figured, Jean Rodriguez had an airplane ticket waiting for her at the airport. He barely had time to call Robert Cort's office and leave a message, before he, too, had to run to catch the plane for Chicago. Unlike Jean Rodriguez, he travelled economy class.

Samuel Aaronson remembered Angelo Rodriguez. He had been extremely doubtful about what he had done for that young boy, but the girls he was with, what where their names? A Jean and a Cathy

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