Chapter 72
THE SUNDAY MORNING sunrise found Bar still in his lawn chair, empty beer bottles strewn around him. He awakened with a start from a cold, fitful sleep to the comforting sounds of whoosh-whoosh-whoosh. He glanced at his watch. Still the middle of the night on the West Coast. The phone call he’d decided to make would have to wait a few more hours.
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Thumper awoke at the same time but to a different sound. He heard a car starting up, then the crunch of tires on the driveway. By the time he pulled himself out of bed and stumbled to the window, all he could see were the taillights of Janey’s car as she passed through the front entrance pillars and turned onto Montfair Lane.
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Nardell rolled over and draped an arm around the figure beside her. She spooned against
