"The Gorge Road" Chapter 6
6. The Tribe photo courtesy of travelportland.com Benji brought me out of my flashback with a predictably gauche comment. “Yeah, Deon told me you got some part-time gig as an art tutor to a rich kid?” Thanks a lot, Deon. So much for trying to separate my working life from my personal life. And no, it’s really a lot more than a “part-time gig.” “Um, kind of,” I said. “It’s this really nice family; I met the husband and wife at the party last week. I think they must keep Denner & Birch on retainer, though I can’t imagine what for.” “Yeah, the DiAnnons. I hadn’t heard of ‘em til Deon brought it up, so I tried to pull their file. No digital record of them. Which is weird, because Birch’s secretary normally has a giant stick in her ass about all that stuff being up-to-date.” “There’s no client file on them at all?” I didn’t mean to pry into business that wasn’t mine, but this – on top of no one recognizing their name – was too coincidental. “No, there’s a file. T