A Twist in the Case
We were less than a day from California, cruising along on Interstate 10 and making good time, when a call came in from Frankie. “What’s up, Bugs?”
“Where are you?”
“Not far outside of Phoenix, Arizona. In case you’re not up on your geography, that’s one state over from California, about six hours. Why? What’s up?”
“I’ve been up on my geography since grade school, but the important thing is I saw Patti again.”
“Patti McDermott? Again? How did she look this time?”
“As good as the first time.”
“That doesn’t tell me anything,” I said. “You’ve always had a soft spot for her, so I don’t trust whatever information you get from that source.”
“You’re jealous. I know you’re dying to know about her.”
“I haven’t been jealous of anyone since I’ve been thirteen. You’d do we
