Down For The Count: A Toby Peters Mystery (Book Ten) - Plot & Excerpts
Plaut’s chapter gently and quietly in front of her door in the morning, I hurried to my car and drove downtown. I told Arnie the no-neck mechanic to fix the gas gauge and hurried to the office. The lobby was empty, the building was echoing and humming, and my cheek was puffy and tender, but I felt good. Even with the twenty bucks Arnie would gouge from me for fixing the gauge I was still well over six hundred bucks. I considered going to the bank and opening an account. It would be the first one I’d had since Anne and I had been married. There had never been much in that account, at least not much that I supplied. Shelly had taken the word DISCREET off of the door, but he hadn’t bothered to center the remaining INVESTIGATIONS, so the word sat off to the right under my name, looking as if it were about to fall off the window. Shelly was at work on a patient when I came in. I couldn’t see who he was, but Shelly was strangely silent. With a victim in the chair, Sheldon Minck normally babbled, sang, or hummed away.
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