Judy told me.“He’s probably on his way home, by now.”“But he was still unconscious when you drove off and left him, wasn’t he?”“Dead to the world.”“So for all we know, he might still be out cold.”“I guess it’s possible,” I admitted. “Look, I have an idea. Why don’t you give him a call?”It seemed like a fine idea. Judy didn’t know that he’d moved to a new apartment. She would obviously dial his old number and get a recorded message explaining that Tony’s phone was out of service.“Maybe he’s already home by now,” I added.“It’s worth a try.”Judy leaned forward in the big, old chair and stood up. Her phone was on the lamp table near the end of the sofa. As she walked over and picked it up, she said, “I can’t imagine he’s home, though. Not if he had to walk.” She picked up the handset and started to tap in a number. “It’s an awfully long way from Miller’s Woods to his place.”“Especially if you’re bare-ass naked,” I said.Which made her laugh.
