Chapter Twenty-Three
“Fantastic," I said, as I disconnected and stowed the phone. So much for that client. So much for this month’s rent money. What next?
I reviewed the situation. What did I owe Blaine other than a refund—partial refund? He’d tossed me aside like a pair of old shoes. That left me with the decision about the police.
If I blabbed to the cops about the ins and outs of my relationship with Blaine, would it affect my reputation as a licensed private eye? But there was more at stake than Blaine's problems. Apart from the fact that I'd been shot at by someone keeping surveillance on Terry's apartment, there was the unsettling matter of my friend’s disappearance.
My head throbbed, my back ached, and my chin stung where it had kissed the sidewalk. I angled the rearview for a l
