CHAPTER 33It was Sunday evening and the days were running into each other. Bannister finished paying his household bills and decided to take a stroll through his neighborhood. As he exchanged pleasantries with a woman whose Irish wolfhound was walking her down Valley Boulevard, his phone rang.
“Agent Bannister. This is Terri Andrews. When you gave me your business card you said to call if there was anything I wanted to discuss. Well, this isn’t about your investigation but about racquetball.”
As soon as she identified herself, Bannister tried to figure out her real purpose in calling.
“Go ahead,” he said.
“I’m entered in a tournament next month. My regular partner had some minor surgery and can’t practice for a couple weeks. I noticed your name on the men’s challenge ladder for A playe
