33When Polka Central had emptied out, I brought up my phone and checked the missed calls. There were three, all from Luke. But he hadn’t left a single message in my voice mail.
I was just about to dial his number when Peg marched toward me. Her posture was stiff, and she had a grim look on her face. I thought for sure she was going to let me have it for my performance at the meeting.
Slipping the phone in my pocket, I took a deep breath, getting ready to answer for what I’d done. It was time to admit I’d been lying about Valhalla, time to take the heat for putting Polish Lou Enterprises on the line by stirring up Father Speedy, Nunzio, and Uncle Dupa.
When Peg reached me, she did let me have it--not a tongue-lashing, but a piece of paper. It was folded in thirds like a letter.
“G
