CHAPTER 20: VISIONS & REVISIONSIN THE PARKING LOT HE explained. Pam Nash had called from the emergency waiting room at Cape Cod Hospital. Profuse apologies. She’d tried everybody; nobody was answering, not Harry or Danny or even Phyllis. She’d left messages— No, Ashley wasn’t seriously injured. She’d only gone to the ER because the cop in charge insisted. Officer Kevin Kelly? He’d had her car towed to some garage in Hyannis.
“Pam said to let you know the dinner is off,” Edgar concluded.
“What dinner?” asked Lydia.
“I’m sure I don’t know. I told her you and I will meet them at the police station.” He turned to Mudge. “I don’t suppose . . . ?”
“The car? Sure. I’ll call Kev and find out which garage it’s at.” Mudge was pulling out his cell phone. If Rosey Sherman didn’t mind him starting
