CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“DERRICK BAXTER IS BASICALLY a nobody.” Brita told the room full of Honeybuns and Fabiana. Alastair and Godric were at the hospital with Alvaro. Stair had wrenched a knee when he’d leapt from Baxter’s car. But Alfric, Percy, Heathcliffe, Edric, Warwicke, Clovis, and Fabiana were all smashed into an interrogation room with Brita, hoping to get some information that would help them reel Duncan Vespard in the next morning.
“He’s been a driver for about five years, low level, no sponsors to speak of. But he’s recently been spending a bit of money, and he’s been telling everybody he knows that he’s gonna drive for Vespard.”
“Why would he think that?” Percy asked.
“Somebody must have given him reason to think it.” Warwicke offered. “Somebody named Duncan Vespard maybe.”
