Chapter 20
That did not make me feel great,” I said, once we were settled back in the van and heading away from Patricia’s house.
“Yeah, well, she’ll find a new boyfriend.” Once we were again out on the main road that circled through Flicker Ridge, Tom had to swerve to avoid the same real-estate agent’s Mercedes. My tires caught a patch of bad ice, and we landed in yet another snowbank. “I should give that woman a ticket,” he mused once the Mercedes had passed. He peered into the rearview mirror. “But I doubt your van could catch up with her. Plus, you don’t have a siren.”
“Oh, Tom.”
He cautiously backed up the van until we were no longer perpendicular to the road. Then he did an eight-point turn to get us headed the correct way. But at the stone entry to Flicker Ridge, Tom turned righ
