CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
It’s amazing what a few hours of sleep, a hot shower, and some decent food will do in healing a bruised and aching body. I was sitting in the kitchen, with Gramps sitting across the table from me, finishing a plate of eggs doused with onions and mushrooms, a half slab of bacon, buttered Texas toast, and a pot of freshly brewed coffee, listening to the white-haired old man reading out loud Debra’s big story in the paper. Apparently breaking the Tully case was so important the paper decided to delay printing the front page and run the story. I already had two phone calls from Lt. Yankovich telling me Capt. Bloom was very happy with Frank and me. He called a second time to tell me the mayor had just finished complimenting Bloom on a job well done. Of course, he also told
