“I bet he drove to Spokane right after you gave him my address. He seemed that eager.”
Patty-Jean wrinkled her forehead. “I guess we met a month or so ago. Leastways it felt like spring, nice and warm outside. I ran into him smoking on the patio at Sonny’s.”
“Sonny’s Tavern?” Nora registered Patty-Jean’s nod and made a mental note of the timing. “How romantic. Probably where you two first got together.”
“Could be. And I think you could be right about the AA thing. He bought me a beer but got himself a club soda.” Patty-Jean leaned closer and lowered her voice. “Fine by me. Virgil gets mean when he drinks. He admits that.”
“He apologize for hitting you?” Nora asked.
Patty-Jean shrugged. “I could tell he was sorry ‘bout everything. And not only because me calling the cops messed things
