‘What are you up to?’ she asked.
‘Just detecting.’
‘Are you in a hairdresser’s?’
‘Why?’
‘That music.’
‘That music as you call it is the late, great King Curtis in his pomp.’
‘OK.’ I should’ve saved my breath.
‘How’s Tyler?’ I asked.
‘Much better. That’s why I phoned. Still out of it, but less tubes and monitors.’
‘Good news.’
‘Sometimes I wonder with that boy. You have a daughter.’
‘You did research me. Yes. But I don’t see her as often as I’d like.’
‘That’s tough.’ Almost human, I thought. ‘So I thought a celebration was in order.’
‘I’m still recovering from the other night. I don’t think I could take another go round in the bar with no name.’
‘No. There’s a Thai restaurant down the road who do take-outs. Arnold could fetch dinner, and we could crash a bottle of wine.’
‘Why
