Right. Help him without visiting the ACHMO office, without breaking into Suz’s or the Jerk’s house, without sneaking into the Jerk’s office to go through files. How about this: I could visit John Richard’s office and not poke into files. Couldn’t I?
I put in a call to Tom’s phone and got his machine. Any leads on the vandals? I wanted to know. Or on anything else? Call me back. After I finished breakfast—crunchy toasted Anadama bread thickly slathered with butter and apple butter—I checked on Macguire. He was sleeping. I felt his forehead. The fever seemed to have broken.
His yellow-flecked brown eyes opened wide when I withdrew my hand and he groaned. “What’s up?”
“Not much. I just wanted to check on you. Any chance you’d want to walk over to John Richard’s office with me in a little b
