“You’re supposed to be off duty this weekend,” Captain Bridges’ voice said in my ear.
“I know.”
“What can I do for you?”
“Do you know anybody in the Savannah Police Department?”
“No, but I think the sheriff knows their chief pretty well. Why?”
“Check your e-mail, and call me back.”
The line went dead. Five minutes later, the telephone rang, and the chief said, “Okay. What do you want to do?”
“Mike and I are going to fly down to Savannah for lunch. We might even have to stay the night. I want to talk to Tommy, and I need local assistance for that.”
“I’ll get back to you.”
I composed an e-mail to Carl while waiting for the telephone to ring. I was still waiting when Mike came upstairs and said, “It’s all set. The boys will be here in a bit.”
“What did you do? Walk up to the end of the driveway?”
“Yep. We get just enough signal strength up there to use the cell phones. The twins were at home and, more to the point, not doing anything that they can’t do here just as easily.”