“I know, her name was Peggy Eberhart.”
Toby stopped, Misty kept walking.
“That was thirty years ago,” said Toby, then quickened his pace to catch up.
“Twenty-nine actually,” said Misty.
“What else do you know about me?”
“Everything Mr. Burke, everything.”
“You can’t possibly know everything.”
Misty didn’t answer. She just kept walking. They turned west at the corner. When they reached the burned remains of the Thrift store they stopped.
“Did you know them?”
“Jennifer Monroe, I went through training with her. She was a good agent.”
“I went to the memorial service.”
“You should write about it.”
“I will tonight,” said Toby.
“Good, I need to see it before you send it to your publisher.”
“An agent said I had to show it to her first.”
“What was the agent’s name?”
“Marsha Jefferso
