Chapter 12I called him as we drove. He picked up, my name obviously appearing on his cell. “How’s New York?” he asked, dryly.
“Cut the crap,” I replied. “By now you know I’m not in New York.”
“And how would I know that?” he asked, smugly.
“Because your old roommate must’ve told you, I’d think. Told you too keep an eye out for me.”
He coughed, then paused for a moment. “My boy, I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”
I snickered. “Jeeves, just so you know, I don’t think you killed my parents or raped that girl at Emory. Now do you have a clue what I’m talking about?”
Again, he coughed, louder this time, but still managed to say, “Meet me at my apartment in thirty minutes.”
“Deal,” I readily agreed. “But if you call Robert E right now, I’ll know. And we’re watching you, so nothin
