Drunk Driving by Zane Mitchell

Author:Zane Mitchell [Mitchell, Zane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781797649818
Publisher: New Island Press
Published: 2019-02-21T05:00:00+00:00

25

“Miss me already, Danny?”

I chuckled into the phone and put on my turn signal. “All the time, Frankie.”

She laughed too. “So what’s up? Think of some other important detail you forgot to share with me?”

I was driving away from the park where Frankie and I had gone after interviewing Heaven. I’d shared as much of the pertinent details of the case as I felt comfortable sharing. Of course, I’d left out the parts about sneaking into Kip Dalton’s house and embarrassing myself at Steve Dillon’s Automart. Some things were better left on closed lips, even if it meant not being able to show her the picture I’d taken.

“No, nothing else to share. I’m just jazzed about the fact that we have a name now. I wish we had a last name to go with it.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to be patient. I told you. As soon as I get back to the station, I’ll work on it.”

“I know. I just wanted to thank you for continuing to dig on Jordan’s case. And I really appreciate you letting me in on that interview with Heaven. She really blew this whole case wide open.”

“Yeah, well,” she said with a sigh, “I had no idea about the underage prostitution ring going on on the island. So you blew that wide open for me, too.”

I smiled. It felt good being able to share some information with Frankie, instead of it only being the other way around. “Good. How’s the saying go? I rub your back, you rub mine?”

Her hearty laugh warmed my heart. “It’s I scratch your back, you scratch mine, Danny.”

“Meh. I’d prefer to rub yours. Maybe we could throw in some massage oil and a few drinks.” The thought of a topless Francesca Cruz lying on my bed awaiting a body rub-down made my pulse accelerate.

“Umm, how exactly did we veer this far off topic?” I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Are we off topic?”

“We are.”

“What was the topic again?”

“The case we’re working on? Jordan Lambert ring a bell?”

I chuckled. “Right. Anyway, I just wanted to call and thank you for everything.”

“Oh. That’s sweet of you. Well, you’re welcome. We work well together.”

“I completely agree. And I’ll call you if I get any new information. You’ll do the same?”

“I will.”

“Great. Hopefully we’ll talk soon, then.”

“Sounds good. Bye, Danny.”

She hung up before I could even tell her goodbye, but I didn’t care. Something about spending the afternoon with Frankie Cruz had buoyed my spirits. It was exactly what I’d needed. I didn’t know if it was the new information we’d gotten, including the name Heaven had given us, or if it was simply getting to sit across a picnic table from the woman at the park for an hour. Regardless, I was flying high when I happened to glance in my rearview mirror and saw flashing lights behind me.

I glanced down at my speedometer. I was under the speed limit, an odd habit of mine—when I was tired or lost in thought, my feet seemed to have helium balloons tied to it.

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