I ran home and changed out of my uniform. Now I was sitting in my sister’s car a couple of blocks up from Priscilla’s apartment hoping to glimpse her coming strolling down the sidewalk the other way from her Monday classes. Please, let her have a Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule and no labs on Monday...
I’d had a late Saturday night text from Barb saying the female ‘bookie’ had been back working her sports book at The Boar’s Head. I needed answers and, so far, Priscilla had been the only one who knew anything.
Relief washed over me when I saw her walking towards her place. I got out of the car and paced myself to meet up with her before she could turn up her own walk. I wanted our meeting to look casual to anyone observing.
I came upon her just before she made the turn at her driveway.
