CHAPTER EIGHT
I made an unusual resolution for myself-young, vital and woman-lover that I was. I decided to stay away from f*****g for a while-maybe even as long as three days ... Even for a prick-pusher like me, all of this screwing between Faye in the afternoons, Gretchen in the evenings, was running my balls down. I really needed a rest to charge up-and more important, for a clear mind. There were a host of problems bugging me that I had to think through. What was the actual scoop between Vince and Gretchen? That was one I had to ferret out. out.
What was the real trouble between my grandfather and Conrad Hammond? Who was the mysterious woman over whom they had once fought ... and why? Or was the woman a figment of someone's imagination. Namely, Faye's.
How about that diary that Conr
