Chapter 8

At the end of it all, after the dining room and kitchen was set to rights, I left Jet working with his mother on some last-minute details, and wandered outside. Bambi was enjoying all the attention she could get from the new guests, and I thought I’d overheard someone saying she might even get to walk down the scarlet carpet with roses around her head. I’d definitely have to take pictures of that.

The moon was out, reflecting on the still lake. I took my time, strolling, lost in thought as I listened to the owls hooting in the forest nearby. What was I going to do on Sunday? As I pondered my decision, the phone in my pocket buzzed. I hadn’t used my cell for any reason at all since I’d been here, so it made me jump.

I answered the call without thinking. “Hello?”

“Where the fuckare you?” Lambert Morton yelled over the phone.

Oh, he had some bloody nerve. “Why?”

“You need to come in and handle the Shady…whatever case. I went by your place and you weren’t there.”