“How about yesterday, did they sneak off?”
“Yeah, we didn’t really go to a movie. In fact, she was with him the whole weekend.”
“Why didn’t Maggie’s Dad like this boy?”
“He drives a sports car; he’s a smart ass, wrong side of the tracks, all the usual stuff. Oh, also, he’s nineteen.”
“Other than that, he’s perfect. Give me his address.”
“You won’t tell Maggie or Tommy that I snitched on them, will you?”
“I’ll try to keep you out of it, but I can’t make any promises.”
“You don’t think that Tommy….”
“I don’t think anything till I get more facts,” I said, and got up to leave.
* * * *
I walked into Barrett’s restaurant on Main Street, in downtown Hillridge, and asked the hostess, a woman in her sixties, with a name tag on her blouse that read, ‘Bunny’, where I could find Tommy Wallac
