Chapter 21Randy had waited several days to get up the courage to call Joe MacAree. If he was fortunate enough to speak with him, he had rehearsed what he would say. He knew he didn’t want to scare him away, so he decided to pretend he was an auditor with the IRS. Randy had thought through several guises, among them a disc jockey announcing Joe had won a cash prize and would have to meet him to claim it, a long-lost relative who was in town on business, and dozens of other possibilities. Although most of the other pretenses seemed more pleasant, none would have the authority of an IRS auditor. Even a murderer couldn’t refuse.
But on this Saturday morning Randy found it difficult to pick up the telephone; his palms were sweating. The muted floral pattern of the wallpaper in his bedroom clos
