Chapter Nineteen
MORGAN TOOK A deep breath as he rang the doorbell on Jacqui Karston’s home, his usual confidence exchanged for jittery fingers, which he shoved back into his pockets. He wasn’t sure if this was a smart idea or not, but he was determined to find out. She couldn’t really get mad at him for helping out, could she? From what I’ve seen of Mrs. Karston, she could get mad at anything. A middle-aged lady of Hispanic descent opened the front door, staring at him suspiciously. “May I help you?”
Clasping his hands in front of him in an attempt to look as disarming as possible, he put on his best Sunday smile. “I was wondering if Bert was available.”
“Does he know you?” Her expression remained cautious. Rightly so, Morgan thought. The man had not exactly been out mingling with his
