Fantasy, knowing I’d held back to say something to Magnolia privately, wanted to catch me off my game. When it comes to work, Fantasy and I don’t do private, but these weren’t the best of times. She waited to ask until I was in a terrible fight with the car to stay in only two lanes, while taking a right onto Earhart Expressway. “You were right behind me, then you stopped to whisper something to Dingbat.” I let go of the steering wheel with my left hand long enough to swipe the space between my eyebrows, what I do when I lie. “I told her the next time I catch her in my house, I’m calling the police.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie, but nowhere near the whole truth. “How’d you do?” “I didn’t find Holder Darby or Christopher Hall tied up in the attic,” Fantasy said. “But I did find Ty.” “What kind of shape is he in?” “Well, I don’t know, Davis.
