Chapter Twenty Three
At nine o’clock, I asked Anthony to take me home. I had to work in the morning, and the effects of the third glass of wine dulled my brain. I thanked Richard for a wonderful evening and promised I would contact him if I learned anything new. He gave me a hug and closed the door behind us.
Anthony drove slowly away from the lakeside cabin. I leaned back in the seat and enjoyed the music playing on the car stereo. He had interesting taste in music. A 1950s rockabilly tune echoed in the car.
“ I know the song but don’t recognize the singer,” I commented. I had an eclectic taste in music that spanned multiple eras.
“ It’s my band,” Anthony said. “My former band. I’m on the road too much with the campaign, so I had to give it up. Maybe one day I’ll rejoin the guys or
