ON MY WAY TO HELEN’S, I stop and pick up dinner from our favorite barbeque place—chicken for me, ribs for her, sliced pork for Anna. As I’m waiting for the order, I get a text from Anna.
She’s had a rough afternoon. Be prepared.
I don’t like the sound of this one little bit, so I add a stop at The Muffin Man on the way home for a slice of cheesecake, which I am gratified Nick has.
“Yeah, that was another thing Gladys told me I’d better keep on hand,” he says, shaking his head. “Tell me something, Father. Is she really the kind of person to do what she says she’s going to do?”
“Let me put it this way,” I say. “She went into a house by herself, wearing a wire, and got a confession from a killer, then pepper-sprayed him when he attacked her.”
Nick nods. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I arriv
