CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
The telephone is ringing and Blondie picks it up.
"McLain residence. Yes, he's here. I'll get him."
At that moment, I enter the kitchen. Blondie holds the phone against her body and speaks in a whisper. “It’s Specs. Something urgent."
I'm feeling like a million dollars ready to go nail Charlie Andrews, and now Specs is about to turn my world upside down. Well, after all, he is the boss, so here goes. I get a pad and pencil and take the phone from Blondie.
"McLain here. Where?"
I scribble the address on the notepad by the phone.
"Okay, I'm on my way."
I hang up and turn to my beautiful wife.
"A society woman has been murdered out in Paradise Valley. Specs got a tip on the killing and we can get the cover story if I get there fast enough."
"Go ahead, honey. I'll d
