Thirty-Seven
Sitting in his car, Lex tapped a starred contact on his phone and held it to his ear. "Hey, Phil baby. I found your kid."
"Oh, yeah?" Phil Daynton answered. "Is she pretty?"
"She looks just like you, man ... uh ... not to say you're pretty or anything." He clicked the blinker on and off. "She kept hiding under Mommy's arm. You think she's onto me?"
"Ha! You are scary."
"So Phil. What's the big deal about finding her?" He turned down the volume on the police scanner. "I have two or three kids that don't know where I am. They don't even know I exist. Why is this one so important?"
"None of your f-n business. This is a deal—a business deal—nothing else. The less you know, the better."
The inside of the Dive-Inn was visible from Lex's car. He had been careful to park where
