The same blue sports car Gary Zabowski drove at the bowling alley looked out of place in front of his apartment. Sarg shot it a wistful look. Drayco briefly considered warning Sarg’s wife Elaine her husband would be angling to get a sports car now their baby birds had flown the coop. Did Sarg not recall how they used to poke fun at Middle-aged Miata Men?
Gary didn’t look surprised to see them, waving them in with a shrug. He took off his shirt, threw it in a pile in the corner and grabbed a different one. But not before Drayco caught a whiff of sweet smoke. Not cloves this time. m*******a.
“Look, I heard about Shannon, okay? A friend of a friend called. It’s all around campus by now. I’m surprised the po-leece haven’t dropped by yet.”
Sarg pulled out his notebook. “The friend’s name, Mr
