CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Three woodsy-scented North Shore Candle Company candles burned on the counter of the “sort-of” kitchen to offer the agency a pleasing non-stale-office scent. Lips drawn tight, Linda stared across the room while my cousin responded to texts and I reviewed the agency website, revising a bit here and there.
At 9:25, Beck Bild returned our call. He had an odd voice, rather like Bugs Bunny. When I put him on speaker, it took Rey everything she had not to laugh or comment, and I did everything I could to not laugh upon seeing her facial expressions and gesticulations. Linda merely shook her head and took control of the conversation.
“I don’t know much about Slim. Never met him. Luc once told me they had an odd relationship. Sometimes they got along famously. Other times th
