4
DAPHNE
The P.I. barked his cryptic voice message, which I listened to during my lunch break.“Urgent information. Best we talk it over in person. Don’t want to deliver the news over the phone.”
“Douglas.” Was how he answered my call, and I held the receiver away from my head to protect my eardrum.
“Hey, Daphne here. Are you available this evening after work? Angelo’s pool hall?” The business had plenty of empty corners on a weeknight. We could discuss things without worrying about people overhearing us.
“Call it a date. See you there at six.” He said and hung up the phone.
It was definitely not a date. But whatever P.I. Douglas discovered would get me one step closer to finding my sister.
Neon beer signs on the far wall of the pool hall illuminated Douglas in a pallid blue haze whi
