“She may have said his name because the last thing she saw,” I continued softly, “was Angus swinging a bat at her.”
“Maybe, but I don"t believe that. Unfortunately, she slipped into unconsciousness again,” Xavier said dully. “Another call"s coming in. I"ll get back.”
“So?” Linda asked anxiously.
Seeing Rey a few yards away, the server with frosty bottles of beer not far behind, I waited until we were settled and related the conversation with Xavier.
“That so sucks,” Rey murmured, biting into pizza, then staring at the cell when Bobby did an encore.
Morty"s hee-haw laughter greeted me in response. “Betcha didn"t expect to hear from me so soon.”
“Howzit?” I asked and held up crossed fingers.
Rey and Linda mirrored me.
“I found something of note in my private-eyeing adventures,” he an
