“Those could apply to a lot of pugs today,” he said, “including the cocaine. But I’d better warn Jeff.” “Wait until you cool off,” I suggested. “There’s no rush. He hasn’t bought the boat yet. Maybe you should talk with Mike about it.” He shook his head. “I’ve said my last word to him. I’ll talk with Laura. She’s got more brains than Jeff and Mike together. Are you going home now?” “After I talk with Corey. Stay cool now. Remember what the doctor told you.” I was on the porch and about to turn toward Duane’s parking lot at the back of the building when I saw a gray Volvo parked about a hundred feet down the road. Had Max been watching us? I went down there. He looked embarrassed when I reached the car. “How was your trip to Mexico?” I asked. “Have fun?” He glared up at me. “Who told you about that?” “Farini,” I said. “He had you followed. You never should have dumped him. Once he learned that you didn’t have a wife, he turned really mean.”
