Chapter 3As soon as Def finished visiting each tree that lined the curb and marking them to his satisfaction, Pat hurried him into the house.
He stacked the books he’d need on the island in the kitchen, washed his hands, and made himself a bologna on rye sandwich slathered with Boar’s Head mustard. Then he called Wills.
“Hi Pat.” Wills sounded tired. “No one’s here yet.”
“Huh? Oh, no I realize it’s too early for their flight to have landed. I…uh…I had to talk to you.”
“Oh? Is something going on?”
“You could say so.” He explained about the situation with Patricia Herendon, and concluded with. “What do I tell her mother?”
“Tell her the truth.”
Pat could almost hear the shrug in Wills’s words, and he sighed. “Shooting the messenger much?”
“Hey, this isn’t your problem. If Patricia is
