Chapter 14Previews were set to resume Thursday night at eight P.M. at the Calloway Theatre, so on this cool late September night, Jimmy McSwain honored a family tradition yet again: dinner with his mother and two sisters, as if they’d turned back the clock, the first performance of Triskaidekaphobia not having happened. At the small table, they were just finishing a pot roast with boiled potatoes and carrots when Jimmy’s cell phone rang.
“Sorry, Ma. I thought I had it on vibrate. I’ve been expecting a call.”
“The busy private eye. Take your call. Mallory will clear the plates while I get dessert.”
Jimmy got up from the table amidst Mallory’s protests. She wasn’t happy that a pregnant Meaghan was excused from all household duties. Gum chewing and bubble blowing were a high priority for a
