Private Investigations. Jean Barrett

her aboard the car. “Yeah, I know. Don’t call you that. Look, don’t think of it as food. Think of it as all the courage I admire in you.”

      Christy let that one pass. For now, anyway. “And just where are you taking us to get them answered?” she demanded again as she sank into one of the seats.

      “Someplace that’s going to fascinate you,” he promised as he settled beside her. “Either that or scare you to death.”