“Are you awake?”
“Barely.” Prying open one eye, I glanced at my peppy driver. “It"s been an extremely long and eventful night.”
“Somebody got lucky, huh?” Kent snickered.
Ignoring him, I attempted to settle in. Which was less comfortable: a stiff car seat or a bed of nails?
Drake"s “Hotline Bling” faded as did Kent"s singing. In addition to a decent voice, the man displayed some promise as a detective. He"d made a number of phone calls yesterday, including two to the names provided by Chester Franken – Canon Thiebault and Melville Querul – and uncovered some tidbits about Jimmy Silone Picolo III, which he"d shared earlier when we hit the H-1.
Besides Picolo"s passion for arrack, he"d enjoyed properly processed espresso with a twist of lemon. He"d loved gnocchi and linguini, and prefer
