Chapter Seventeen
It was Wednesday morning.
I’d arranged for Sam to pick me up and go for a ride.
I wanted to find out more about how this town ticked and there was no one better than my Angel.
Sam screeched to halt in front of the Oxford. I walked up from my usual waiting spot in front of the hotel towards her car. I opened the cab door and sat on the front seat.
“Well, well, well; game enough for the front row now, are we, Jack?”
“Sure, Sam. We’ve been going steady for nearly, what, five days, and I hate looking at the back of your head while you drive me around. Not that there’s anything wrong with the back of your beautiful head, but I reckon my preference is on the other side.”
I gave her a wink.
“Oh Jack, I told you on the first night you were in town I was your cookie!” she
