2 Aug 1985: 1250:
It was nearly one o’clock in the afternoon. Jan had just put on her skimpiest bikini and started for the door, when the phone rang. Who could be calling? My number is unlisted and I’ve given it only to the police department and Willy Hunt. She hesitated to answer it, but after the second ring, she picked it up. “Hello.”
“It’s Willy, Jan. I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“No I was just going out to the pool, to fish.”
“To fish?” Willy’s voice echoed her surprise.
“Yeah, for eligible bachelors. I’m using my teeniest bikini for bait.”
“Oh!” There was a slight pause, then a chuckle. “You’re terrible, Miss Farrell. What I called you about is the barbeque at the Beltran’s this evening. Phil and I are going and Thad Gunn will not be there. Belen asked me to try to convince you i
