At five, Rey, Linda and I were back at the house with Gail in tow. Jimmy C would pop by around five-thirty. He was planning to go live with the killers-for-hire feature around nine; he just thought he’d hold on a few more hours to see if new information trickled in. Ald and Sach were planning to arrive at six. The plan was to—yet again—toss around findings and thoughts about the case at hand while enjoying another “pizza night” (thank goodness we never tired of those ooey-gooey flat discs of deliciousness).
Once again in shorts and Ts, we got the lanai ready for the evening get-together.
After herding the kids into the new playpen, Linda following with two large bowls of water, Gail gazed wistfully at the empty pool. “Too bad …”
I slipped alongside her. “We’re having it fixed if the pri
