Chapter 342: Wrapping Up Loose Ends

The good thing about being hit with a stun gun was the recovery. Yes, I felt like crap for about twelve hours, shaken and my muscles aching and sore, but unlike almost drowning and going through pneumonia or being hit on the head and waiting out a concussion, I was pretty much back to normal after a solid night's sleep.

I checked my email in bed, laptop on my knees, pug at my side, and was surprised to find one from Alice Moore. Thanks for letting me borrow your dad, she sent. Huh. Whatever that meant. Let's have coffee when I get home and I'll tell you all about it.

She had a date.

The hoped-for message from Pamela Shard was nowhere to be found, neither by phone or by text or email either. She was clearly avoiding me and until I figured out the Patterson thing, I guess this was going to be a habit. Not that I liked it, or the fact that when I tried to call Alicia she sent me to voicemail. Not this again?