Pat Allen always forgot his kid’s birthday. Maybe it was some kind a masochistic thing—he sure the hell was going to hear about it from Bugs. Jeez, just what he needed was some more bullshit about what kind of father he was. Pat was approaching sixty-two and sure the hell did not need an eight-ye...
He told Mike about the discovery of the body and that it wasn’t Monica, but an older woman. He asked Mike if Monica had any enemies. “Well I guess we all have people who don’t like us much. But most people found Monica easy to like. There was one exception, a Mrs. Richards, who lives in Albuquerq...