It’s late and I’m about to wrap up.
The City is spectacular seen from here at this time of the day; night fallen, a filigree of lights, the luminous trails from cars and trucks ….
The City….
My City….
But I’ve stayed far longer than I intended, and Elizabeth will be waiting. Dinner and then a warm bed with my wife is an enticing thought.
My mobile rings. It’s Bob.
“Sorry to call you on your private phone, Sir, but I thought….”
I chose Bob for his discretion. I respect his judgement. If he thinks my private line is warranted, that’s fine by me. “It’s alright, Bob. What is it?”
“That girl you asked me to check up on, Charlotte Conners. You wanted me to let you know if she did anything out of the ordinary….”
“Mmmm? And?”
I listen on. The address he gives me is notorious.
“And she’s
