““Yes?” “What happened to you—swallow the wrong way?” “Very funny.” “Listen, I’ve got news. That torched van we found off the Belt? We found the VIN on a piece of the frame. And I’ve got some other news, too. Are you available? Willoughby and I are headed your way now.” Was this the good fairy doing a poor imitation of Jane? “How do you know where I live?” “How could I forget?” “But I don’t live there. That’s my cleaning service.” I gave her our Vinegar Hill address. That was the easy part. Now ...I needed to do something about the broken mess between me and Denny. I stood in the dark, not really thinking, more like a ten-year-old delinquent holding my eye, which by now was a pulsating bongo drum. “Denny?” Nada. The dining room was empty, the kitchen, too. I paced from room to room, stood in the hallway, the circle of fear closing in on me, forming knots in my stomach until I swallowed them away. I looked in the mirror and scared myself until I realized it was me.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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