Chapter 18
Atlanta, GA
Charles
WHEN I SAW RICHARD lying there asleep while we’d been kept in suspense, I became more than a little annoyed and said rather loudly, “Where have you been? We waited and wondered last night, but you never showed up.”
Richard roused himself slowly and said finally, “For your information, I was on the job last night.”
“All night long?”
“Well, not quite all night, but most of it.”
“Can you take it from the beginning? Please?”
“Okay, okay. Don’t get your boxers in a bunch. I went back to the dyke bar last night, and the missing bartender was back on the job. Her name, by the way, is Lily Sanders. I showed her the picture Philip gave me when we were at the house on West Paces Ferry Road, and she immediately recognized the deceased. More to the point, she cle
