“Should take you about an hour. Don’t mention this to anyone. Get your car and drive down to the shop in the middle of the village. I’m calling on my own cellphone so you’ve got my number. I’ll meet you there. What’s your car?”
“Nissan 350Z.”
“I’ll spot you. You’ll be in time for lunch.”
“Is this important?”
“Do you think I’d be calling you to swap pizza recipes?”
Kaitlyn paused for a moment to think. She guessed she could just refuse but on the other hand she was a professional. And somehow a certain Randolph Quinn was in the mix.
“I’ll need to get myself together. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she said.
“You’re a star. Big hug and see you soon.”
Kaitlyn took a quick shower. What kind of chief inspector on a flashy Scotland Yard crime squad called you at home and went in for bi
