Chapter 11Fritz
CHRISTMAS WENT on hold the minute I returned. Our new customers were what I expected—cops. Seated at the same table as their first time. Cindy sat rigid, across from them. The look on her face flashed a warning, but not of what to fear.
“He's back, so let's go,” said the one who had stared at me on his first visit. All three of them stood.
“Russ, take care of things, will you?”
“What's up? Where are you going?”
“I'm being questioned. I asked them to wait until you got back.”
“Do you have a lawyer? Do you want me to find one?”
As she stepped to the door, she said no, she'd be back soon. They pushed her into the back seat of the car I had spotted at the ATM, and she looked at me as they pulled away. She mouthed, “Help.”
I didn't know where they were taking her, or wha
