CHAPTER
20
Undaunted, Darcy raised a hand in greeting and shouted, “Hey, Goose, how ya doing today?”
The driver, a fiftyish-looking man with a short salt and pepper beard, yelled back, “Fair to middling!” before proceeding to slide mail into the boxes.
“Well, that’s different,” I remarked in wonderment. “Unique choice of vehicles for mail delivery.”
“Ain’t that a hoot?” Darcy cackled, slapping her thigh. “He gets the biggest kick out of parking that thing in front of the bar down there in Cleator and watching people’s expressions as they drive by.” Humor sparkled in her cornflower-blue eyes. “Sort of like the look on your face just now.”
I grinned. “Well, it’s not everyday you see a guy delivering mail in a hearse. Is Goose his real name?”
Now it was her turn to grin. “
