Chapter 6

“Two miles, give or take. I’m presently at the motel on the corner of Fifth and Elm. We can meet in the bar, here. Then, when you’re convinced I’m not a threat to you, we can go up to my room.”

“If you’re here in town, why not come to my motel?”

“My room is secured against eavesdroppers.”

“Figures.”

He laughed at that. “I’m registered as Pete Reynolds. You’ll recognize me when you get to the bar, because I’m the only man with gray hair and a mustache.”

“At the moment,” I said.

“True. I’m also wearing a light blue dress shirt.”

I considered telling him I wouldn’t meet him. After all, how did I know he really was what he said? Unless…“Where did Mick go on his last vacation?”

“San Diego,” Reynolds replied without hesitation. “Then up the coast to Carlsbad.”