Chapter 19For the second night in a row, I got no sleep. At dawn the next morning, I was staring at a pair of old eyes in the mirror, looking as if I was the one who had drunk a gallon of beer, not Fitzburger. In addition to the dark circles around my eyes, there were the beginnings of crow’s feet at the corners, and maybe a hint of gray in my mustache. How many times had I forgotten to shave it off? Today was going to be the day. I was lathered up and had started shaving when the telephone rang. I jerked and cut myself near the lip.
“Hello? Hello? Goddamnit!” I yelled into the receiver.
There was no one on the line, so I clicked the cradle and tried dialing Tammy’s number, but my fingers refused to make the three-inch trip to the dial, and I slammed the receiver down. I went in
