Chapter 23
Jacksonville, FL
OVER DINNER, I noted that Crystal not only made a point of sitting next to Charles and Philip, she was also more or less interviewing them and drawing some of their history from them. Finally she said, “I knew I recognized your names. You’re the guys that nailed the district attorney in Atlanta and that awful television preacher a few years ago.”
“That was us,” Charles said.
“Didn’t you get shot by some sort of religious nut after that?”
“We were jogging in Piedmont Park with our dog,” Philip said. “Charles took a bullet in the leg that broke a bone, and I took one in the arm.”
“They eventually caught the bad guys, didn’t they?” Crystal said.
“It took a while,” Charles said, “but, yes, they did.”
“Okay, Crystal,” I said. “Can we get back to the food and
