CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
JUNE 29, 8:30 AM
ARIZONA REPUBLIC NEWSPAPER
The drive into the office is at least dry, and warm sunshine floods the car’s windows, but there is a lot of refuse along the roadway that will need to be cleaned up in the next few days now that the storm is over.
I look at my messages and then make my first call to the landlord to answer my obligation to Blondie and the kids.
I wish I could say that he was very responsive, but he says, “I will look into it as soon as possible.”
“What the hell does that mean.”
“As soon as I have time. I am dealing with other units and apartments and homes also.”
I guess that is the best that I will do with this guy, so I hang up and proceed with my day.
As I look at the first message, Specs calls me into his office. There is news to re
