The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

regular line.

Mr. Sherman handed it to me.

I dialed.

Manny answered like he’d been sitting beside the phone.

“About time.”

His voice was gravel and cigarettes, even if he didn’t smoke anymore. I could hear traffic behind him.

“This is Tegan Porter.”

“I know. I’m outside.”

I turned to the window.

Down on the street, leaning against a dented gray pickup, was continue reading …