Chapter 19Linda was parked on the curved driveway before our building, singing an early Lady Gaga song with the radio. Interesting. That voice wasn’t bad by half.
“Hey you.” I jumped into the passenger’s seat, adjusting a candy-pink linen skirt so that rays would grace sun-deprived thighs with color.
“Hey you.” Linda grinned and straightened. “I have a numbered mental errand list ready. In terms of us, collecting Jon Jonson is number two.”
“What’s number one?”
“Lunch. Where do you want to go?”
“Let’s just drive and let the place pick us,” I said gaily. “How’d your HPD visit go after Rey and I left?”
She checked the mirrors and started the ignition. “Do you want the good news first or the bad?”
“Give me the bad.”
“It’s a two-parter.”
I couldn’t contain a Cousin Reynalda water-buffa
