And, it was painful to admit how much the surprise encounter with Nelson Trotter had shaken me. I dared not admit to Tally that I’d gotten myself into yet another situation that could have led to calamitous consequences. He would be light-years beyond pissed. He’d be apoplectic and his list of “I told you so’s” would be unending.
However, it was even more than that. I was sorely disappointed in my own performance as an investigative journalist. What did I have to show for all the hours I’d devoted to these two assignments the past five days? A big, fat, depressing zero.
All the good will I’d worked to build up with Wanda had been trashed and burned by her paranoid brother in a matter of minutes. So, what was I left with? A gazillion unanswered questions. Oh, I had a boatload
