CHAPTER 81
Mark Anders slipped out of the spare bedroom. His hosts, Jimmy and Doreen, slept upstairs.
Fudgcicle looked at him from her doggy bed. He pet the little rat terrier, put down his business card, and picked up the keys off the hook by the door. Screw that. He picked up the card and walked out the door. Within the minute he was on his way to anywhere but here in their battered old Chevy Nova.
Twenty minutes later he got a signal on his phone. Within thirty he had a strong signal.
He pressed the speed dial.
“Give me, Richards,” he told the night operator. The guy actually laughed when he realized who it was, though he was clearly trying to muffle it. In a couple of seconds he was patched through.
“Roll over and go back to sleep, Anders. It’s after your bedtime.” Though apparen
