“THAT’S DARN FINE detective work, Ms. Smith.” “Thank you, Mr. Bond.” Jas chewed a ragged nail. “Only, now what? He denied it and hung up on me. So it’s not like he’s going to tell me where he took Whirlwind. And it’s not like the police can bust in and arrest him.” “M. Baylor can,” Chase said. “Not arrest him but find out where Looney took Whirlwind.” Jas gave him a doubtful look. “PIs can do anything,” he insisted. “Haven’t you watched detective shows on television?” She shook her head. “I need to talk to Grandfather. He knows Tommy Looney. I bet he could find out where he took Whirlwind. I’ll call him.” “Isn’t he moving here tomorrow?” “I can’t wait until then.” Bolting off the swing, Jas began to pace along the porch, the phone clutched in her hand. Hastily, she punched in the numbers for her grandfather, but he was in physical therapy. “I’ll call Mr. Jenkins.” But the insurance agency was closed. “It must be after five.”
