CHAPTER 7It was late Sunday morning. After a fitful night, Frank had finally managed to fall asleep and to stay that way for a few hours. He was awakened by his buzzing cell phone and reached over to sleepily answer, “Yeah.”
An unfamiliar male voice asked, “Hello. Is this Detective Vandecamp?”
“Vandegraf,” he corrected. “Yes, this is Frank Vandegraf.”
The voice was slow and thick. “Detective, my name is Gary Rossi. Angie Colletta gave me your number. She said you might be interested in hearing what I knew about Max Hesterberg.”
Frank sat up in bed, now fully awake. “You knew Doctor Hesterberg?”
“Yeah, I sure did. He and I worked together for Graham Electric back in the day. I was very saddened to hear of his death. She got in touch with me when she came into town. If I can do anything
