42Down at the police station, Peg and I had to wait our turn. Sitting on a bench in the outer office, we drank coffee and watched quietly as Otto finished with Eddie Jr.
Though we couldn’t hear a word they said, we could see their body language clearly through the windows of Otto’s office. Otto sat behind his desk, watching expectantly, jotting down notes. Eddie sat stiffly across from him, stone-faced and stoic, putting on a good front.
As they talked, I let my mind roam, trying to process all that had happened. I dug deep for some clue to whoever had killed Eddie Sr. and Dad. Also rifled my memory for the possible whereabouts of the missing recording they’d made.
In between all that, for the first time since the night before, I thought about losing the club and being dumped by Lu
