Right as Rain: A C.T. Ferguson Crime Novel (#10) by Tom Fowler

Author:Tom Fowler [Fowler, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Widening Gyre Media

When I arrived home, Gloria was back. She gave me a kiss and then studied my face. “You look like you’ve had a Eureka moment. Something in your eyes.”

“Mostly strain from looking at a screen too much today,” I said. “I’m at the point where I know more but still not enough. A few more pieces have to line up before I can really say I’ve found some piercing insight.”

“I hope you get there soon,” she said.

“Me, too.” I didn’t want to tell her about the goons with the gun. Not thinking of myself as a coward still proved challenging even after my chat with Doctor Parrish. Thankfully, the only solid blow either man landed connected with my gut, and other than a little lingering soreness, I felt fine. Physically, at least.

As if she were reading my mind, Gloria asked, “You want to invite Joey over to spar again?”

“Depends if his ego is recovered from the thrashing I gave him last time.”

She grinned and shook her head. “If he’s up for it, you guys can use the basement. I’ll pick up food again.”

“Have I told you I love you recently?” I said.

“No.” Gloria kissed me again. “It’s always nice to hear, though . . . especially when I’m picking up the check for you and your friend. You two eat a lot.”

“I’ve bought him plenty a meal over the years,” I said. “I empathize.” I called Joey and asked if he were available again. He tried to protest by telling me about some new show on Netflix but dropped it when I told him he was full of shit.

“I might need to hit you at least once after this conversation,” he told me. I assured him I understood. Gloria and I drove to her house in separate cars. She checked a couple of her favorite spots once we arrived, eventually settling on Japanese. Joey and I usually went for Italian. I figured he would eat whatever we put out, but I wanted to see his reaction to rice and chopsticks rather than mozzarella sticks and garlic bread—the latter of which Joey insisted made an excellent food delivery system as he dipped and topped it with abandon.

He arrived shortly after Gloria left to pick up dinner. As before, we used the large exercise room in the basement. Following our stretch routines and gearing up, Joey knocked his fists together. “Same as before?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“Still flinching?”

I nodded. “So far, I’m two and oh in fights where it happens, but I can’t count on the trend holding. Don’t take it easy on me.” Joey arched an eyebrow. “Try not to knock me out, either, but I need this to be a real test.”

“All right,” Joey said. He spread his feet and took an aggressive posture. I assumed my normal ready stance. I recalled my training, both here and in Hong Kong. Be calm. Stay in the moment. Let the adversary come. Use his force against him. I took a deep breath and focused.

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