Chapter 27Pat sat in front of the phone, staring at it. The damned thing almost seemed to be waiting for her.
“Just give her a call and tell her you’re a friend of mine,” Joe had giggled. “That oughta make her ears perk up.” He had paced across the room, thinking. “All you need to do is tell her I want to turn myself in, but only to her. Don’t you think that’s a good idea?”
Pat had said nothing.
“Yeah. You can tell her I’m afraid the police will hurt me.” He had giggled again then, and Pat felt chilled thinking about it even now.
“I can’t tell her that,” Pat whispered to herself, placing her hand on the phone. Models aren’t too bright, but she’s not that stupid. God, Pat thought, his idea sounds like something off a friggin’ TV show. In fact, she thought she remembered an episode of Hu
