The Plan
I received a phone message from Johnny Smiles. He confirmed Allison was in L.A., which sounded right, but whether they were in Los Angeles or Hong Kong didn’t matter. There would be no hiding for the bastards that had taken Allison and the others.
I drank my wine and cracked open another new mystery from John Sanford, and at the end of a riveting chapter, I placed the book on the table and looked over at Angela.
“I need to go to California,” I said.
“California? What the hell for?”
“I told Rosa I'd look into this missing girl situation. Remember?”
“I remember the missing girl, but I thought that was restricted to a few questions for the guys at the smoke shop.”
“Yeah, well it got a little more complicated. Now we've gotta go to Los Angeles.”
“We've? Who is we've? And why d
