“Apparently, neither of you did. None of my people seems to have heard Bobby complain about the Jerk or you.”
“But I’ll bet anything he was the guy at the Grizzly who warned me away from Sandee.”
Marla raised her eyebrows.
“Since John Richard was killed, our little Sandee has moved back into Bobby’s condo, outside Aspen Meadow.”
Marla stopped talking as she peered through the windshield at the club door. “Doesn’t the Rainbow have valet?” When it was apparent that they didn’t, Marla started backing the Benz into a metered parking space. She cursed as she hit the bumper of the pickup behind us, jumped her car forward into the rear lights of a Subaru wagon, and came to a halt a foot from the curb. “Think I should leave a twenty under the wiper, in case a cop comes?” she asked.
“It’ll get
