I sat there for a minute, speechless. Duke had done it, he"d found Mr. I-C-U! I owed him big time.
"His name is Malcolm," Duke said, nonchalantly. "Malcolm Armstrong. He wanted me to tell you it was nothin" personal."
"Nothing personal?" I was fuming.
"Nothing personal?" Kip spoke up. "Threatening someone"s girlfriend isn"t personal? Is he nuts?"
"Now hold your horses, you two. I never said Malcolm threatened you, I said he followed you. Sure, he took those pictures--but that"s all he did."
"Are you saying he"s not I-C-U?" Kip asked.
"Nah, he"s a P.I. like me. He doesn"t even know who hired him. He got all his instructions by e-mail and text and the money was deposited right into his account. When I told him his pictures were being used to commit a crime, that he could go to jail, he
