CHAPTER 16
I really get off on women in hospital gowns,” Investigator Tom Schulz said as he patted my knee beneath the white sheet.
The room was slightly fuzzy, but then cleared to pale institutional green walls and a window luminous with the apricot light of sunset. I said to Tom Schulz, “Are you here because I broke a law?”
He gave a low whistle.
“And here I was trying to be sweet and pay you a nice visit. Look. What’s wrong with this picture?”
He handed me a photograph, whether made by the police, the school, a bystander, or the Mountain Journal I knew not. It showed the yellow Honda perched atop my van. Someone had attached the caption driver ed?
I handed it back to him. “Where are the mountains in the background? There ought to be something pretty about this.”
“Your friend didn
