CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I was followed.
And I wasn’t surprised. Wasn’t surprised at all to see a gray Porsche Turbo hanging two car lengths behind Huey and Louie – the second set of FBI agents interested in one of our cases. As I drove across town in my Shelby GT350 Mustang, another one of my trophies, and eyed Huey and Louie as well as the Porsche, I began wondering who was being followed. Me? Or Huey and Louie?
It didn’t matter. Both sets of drivers were interested in my whereabouts. Somehow, I – Frank and I – were important to them. The only question rolling around in my head was what case Huey and Louie were interested in. Sighing, shaking my head as I turned into Dewey’s parking lot, I knew I would have to take the time and ask them sometime soon.
Debra Patterson was sitting in the back
