I rolled out of the passenger side of Edwina’s Ferrari and stepped back. Startling clear and bright hazel eyes looked at me for a moment then glanced to her right and nodded to my partner who was standing in front of a patrol car talking to a uniformed officer. With a growl particular only to a Ferrari, Edwina moved off into the darkness and disappeared around the corner of a building, the red taillights of her Ferrari California lighting up the darkness.
Frank was standing in front of the patrol car, hands in his slacks, sport coat on this hot night hanging like a half-discarded kerchief across his frame, his beady little eyes taking me in like a mortician sizing up a fresh corpse. The frown on his face told me he wasn’t happy.
“You’re kidding? I mean, Christ! Edwina Bolivia? You took a
