I found myself at Arthur’s mansion the next day. That is to say, outside the mansion, outside and down the street a bit, behind a large shrub, in case Lucy should go jogging past.
“Hi, boss,” I said into my cell.
He chuckled meanly. I think it was the only way he knew how to chuckle. “Not anymore, huh? What will you do now, lip-sync to Madonna at bus stops?”
I ignored the comment. Or at least tried to. And failed. Miserably. Then again, people waiting at a bus stop were the perfect captive audience? I mean, where could they run off to? In any case, I replied, “Your husband loves you. Your husband is not cheating on you. You’ve seen it for yourself, heard it for yourself, even if only through my wig. Time to settle up.”
He sighed. Again, meanly. “Where are you?”
“Outside, behind some e
