The next day went about the same as the previous one for Spence, minus going to dinner with Gregg. He worked hard on the book, pushing everything else to the back of his mind. He did wonder, however, why the man hadn’t called again. Maybe he was lying about having info on Dad’s murder. Probably, the bastard. Setting me up for some reason and then deciding it wouldn’t work. After all, there’s no one else I know that he can kill and then frame me for their murder.
He’d barely finished dinner, late since he’d been deep into his writing, when his phone rang.
“I want to meet with you,” the Unknown Caller said.
“I’ll be here all night,” Spence replied.
“No. Neutral territory. Do you know the plaza downtown? The one by the movie theater?”
“No. But I can probably find it. When?”
“In an hour.
