Jessie said, roaring past Chief Daly’s secretary for what felt like the hundredth time that week. This time, the chief looked more resigned than bemused. “What is it now, Jessie? My goodness, you’re so like your aunt it’s terrifying.” Jessie plonked...
It wasn’t like she needed it that often, but at times like this it would have been more convenient. Maybe Mike can help, she thought. She would have bought one by now if it wasn’t for the fact that she disliked car dealerships almost as much as she disliked medical exams.Jessie locked the car and...