Chapter Thirty-One
Skip unfolded himself from the car, pointing the gun at me. It pretty much answered the question I’d started to ask. He looked about as natural with a gun as I would have carrying a jackhammer.
He looked from me to Rhonda and back at me. “What’s going on?”
“Put that away,” Rhonda said.
Skip shook his head.
“What are you going to do with it?” Rhonda spoke as if to an unruly child.
“What’s going on?” He repeated the words in a soft, throaty voice.
“I’m ready to go. Are you?” Rhonda said.
He nodded my way. “What does she know?”
“Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. Now shut your mouth.”
“The cops came by my place.”
Rhonda did a double take. “What? When?”
“Today. This afternoon.”
“What’d you tell them?”
“I didn’t answer the door. I heard them talking about getting a w
