After that, it was all I could do to keep Ruth from shanghaiing me to mind the store while she dragged Captain Younger off to McGarvey’s to point out the despicable Darryl so he could clap the cuffs on him. With Darlene dead, Ruth had narrowed her list of possible card fraud suspects down to one. I pointed out reasonably that any larcenous neighbor or enterprising garbage man could have pawed through Daddy’s trash and stolen the credit card offers addressed to her, but Ruth was unmoved.
When three teens breezed into Mother Earth shopping for crystals, Captain Younger made a quick escape, tossing a final “Shred ’em” over his shoulder as he disappeared through the door. Two minutes later I escaped as well, promising Ruth that I’d run Darryl down and put the thumbscrews to him. One of us nee
