Chapter 4

“You…you—” She slammed the phone down.

I winced and gingerly hung up the receiver. This latest trend, swinging back to old-fashioned telephones, had to have been dreamed up by women for the satisfaction of slamming the receiver on a hapless lover.

“Well, that didn’t go too badly.” Ed sat there grinning at my misfortune, and I gave him an injured look.

“You think this is easy?” I drew a line through Jennifer’s name and then dialed the last number. “You try using the same hokey excuse to cancel four…uh…three dates you made for the same night.”

“It’s not an excuse if it’s the truth, Dominick.”

“You think they care?” Or believed me? “Not in this lifetime, pal. Now shut up and let me deal.” Eight rings and nothing. Where the hell was Barb? If she didn’t answer, I’d have to leave a message, and I didn’t want to do that if I could help it. It was cold.