the chief said. “Mr. Brown claims he’s been receiving threatening phone calls from someone. A woman.” “I bet he means me.” Just like Biff to try causing me trouble. I took a deep breath before going on. “I’ve been calling him for weeks—at least once a day for the past few weeks. His company is supposed to be renovating the town square, and so far I haven’t seen a single workman on site. But I’m not sure it counts as threatening phone calls since I’ve never gotten past his secretary.” “You never used … intemperate language?” the chief asked. “Of course she didn’t,” Dad chimed in. “I might have to him if I’d ever reached him,” I said. “But not to his secretary. I always tried to be polite to her. Not her fault he’s dodging me. Couple of times I told her to tell him it was no use sending any more invoices because we weren’t paying a red cent until we saw some progress on the town square. Made her write it down. I suppose that might have sounded like a threat to him.
