“You’re f’g kidding me, right?” I demanded, feeling my eyebrows all but fly from my forehead.
Ald shook his head. “She called at 10:30 last night. Said she heard people were looking for her, that they wanted to hear about her dealings with Mo-Mo Martine. So, she kindly offered to tell me everything that transpired in Quebec those many years ago.”
“What about that which ‘transpired’ here?” I asked icily.
“That too,” he grinned, sitting back and rubbing Bonzo’s twitching nose.
“You gonna tell us everything?” Sach crossed his arms and regarded the detective closely.
us Another grin.
“Spill it, Hives,” I ordered, sitting back at the table.
Hives“What do I get in return?” he teased, his eyes twinkling.
I held up a fist. “A fat nose.”
“I could arrest you for that,” he jested.
I leaned
