Chapter 13Jeeves and I drove in silence, him at the wheel, speeding down a narrow road, heading toward our destinies. First, we’d get Beau, then we bring down the Pellinghams. It should’ve been that simple. Shoulda, woulda, coulda. Only, of course, it wasn’t. Mainly because we didn’t get to Beau first.
My cell broke the silence. “Tsk, tsk,” said the voice on the other end.
“Who’s this?” I asked, my nerves so rattled they felt like a ride at Six Flags.
“Never trust a spy,” came the cryptic response. “At least one with a fly on the wall.”
I looked over at Jeeves. “You’re, uh, your apartment is bugged,” I told him with a grimace.
He came to a screeching halt. “f**k,” he cursed.
The voice on the other end laughed. “Very unlike Walt to use such foul language.”
“Yeah, well it’s been a lon
