Chapter 9Didi’s—wink-wink—apartment was a condo ten miles away in a nondescript building in a nondescript neighborhood. In other words, there’s no need to describe it. Especially since she didn’t invite us up. Or thank us for saving her life. Probably saving her life, that is. Maybe we could take equal billing with Muffin on that one.
“I’ll be in touch,” she said as she hopped out of the van, scarf blowing in the wind, muffin quickly by her side.
“How?” I hollered after her as the expensive shoes clicked on the pavement. “You don’t even know us, let alone our phone numbers.”
She pointed at the van. “Dog drag,” she replied enigmatically before disappearing inside the building.
I looked at Clark. He shrugged. I looked at Eve. “My phone number,” she said, also pointing at the side of the
