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just long enough at the diner to get us some coffee. The bribe worked. |
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When she crawled back in the Z carrying two oversized styrofoam cups, she had an announcement. ''Remember the gal that waited on us the first night we were here?'' |
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I pried the lid off the cup and greedily went after the contents. "Uh-huh." |
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"Nice name," I grunted, trying to get the Z's cranky old gearbox into first. |
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"Jake Madden is sleeping with her." |
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"That's nice. Everybody ought to sleep with somebody," I declared. |
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"Oh," Brenda replied, arching her eyebrows, "and who does the infamous Elliott Grant Wages sleep with?" |
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"None of your business," I snarled. |
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About that time, the Z relented, leaped into first and we were back on the road headed into town. I didn't say anything, but the question bothered me. It had been a long time since Gibby. Images were starting to materialize, and I didn't need that now. |
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Despite the fog, the journey from the diner to Palmer's Market took no more than five minutes. Again I had B.C. do the legwork. While she went into the store to check on Kelto, I grabbed a cigarette and polished off the coffee. When she crawled back in the car, I already knew what the answer was. |
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