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Searching Frenchy’s file I discovered a cell phone number and continued to phone both his house and cell at various times both day and night, but never reached him. I never left a message and assumed the police knew I made the calls. Nonetheless, I couldn’t stop making them. I was concerned about Francois and needed to know what happened to him. There was no follow up from Detective Reggie Rollins.
I grabbed a handful of mixed nuts from the bowl on the game table in the family room, tossed a few into my mouth. “Did you know eating an ounce of nuts each day wards off heart attacks and strokes, helps you live longer?”
“Assuming you stay away from precarious situations,” Bobby said, manipulating his motorized wheelchair closer to the table. “…and a pair for two.” He moved the peg around
