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the bathroom. Fifteen minutes and one steamy shower later, she re-emerged wrapped in two towels, one around her body and the other around her hair. She grabbed the glass again, took two more healthy gulps and refocused her glare. |
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"Do you mind telling me what happened?" |
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"Any further dialogue with one Percy Kramer is going to be conducted by one Elliott Grant Wages. I will have nothing further to do with that lecherous little bastard." |
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"So, druggist Percy has a thing for flat-chested girls, huh?" |
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B.C. gave me the iciest stare in her repertoire, pulled the towel up tighter around her and took two more monumental swigs of my patented firewater. |
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"Okay, I'm sorry. Now let's start at the beginning. What the hell happened?" |
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The moon child had fled the scene, and the street-smart side of my fellow investigator was still fuming. I could tell that at the moment she didn't know whether to cuss or cry. She took a deep breath, measured herself and began. "I did exactly what you told me to do. I went in and introduced myself. I told him I was a freelance reporter working on the whole series of bizarre goings-on that had been happening around Chambers Bay. Plus, I put a little icing on the cake by telling him that Jake |
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