It was my turn to hum. A minute ticked by before I snapped my fingers. “I have an idea.”
“Something sneaky, underhanded or just plain old illegal?”
I grinned. “Perhaps a combination of all three. Just tell me, what’s his name, what time does he get off of work and where does he park his car?”
Dave laughed. “Should I call the bailsman as soon as this call is finished?”
My face cringed at the idea. Orange might be the new black, but I wasn’t an autumn. “I don’t think he’ll know anything is amiss. Just give me the info. Plus, this won’t involve you, so your ass is covered.”
He chuckled. “It is a mighty fine ass, you know.”
I knew. I knew all too well. “Spill it, please.”
His chuckle trilled a few moments longer. “Doctor Weiss. I think he gets off around five. Keeps office hours. Parks
