Chapter 19: Mission Accomplished?
Vincent’s headache was back. “Let’s get everyone inside,” he said, praying that his partner wouldn’t blurt out one of his drug-induced statements. “I’ll explain it all at one time.”
Jones met them at the back door. “Little Miss Margaret retreated to her room. From the noise, she’s either listening to some heavy rock and roll or nailing her door shut. I think Billy’s in the attic playing spy.”
Dr. Yarborough dropped his briefcase to the floor with a groan. “Why do I get the distinct feeling that I’m not going to like whatever it is you’re going to tell me? I need a cup of coffee.”
“Better put a shot of something in it,” Jones suggested with a grin. Vincent punched his arm.
“Just spit it out.” The doctor dropped to a seat and cradled his head in his han
