The voice on the other end immediately lost its coldness and caution.
“Oh, it’s about time!” he exclaimed. “Damn, where the hell has Frances been? Why hasn’t she called me about the insurance deal?”
“She’s in a situation where she can’t call.”
“Good God, you’re not saying she’s—”
“Oh, don’t get excited,” Peggy said, “I have a message for you.”
“What message?”
“Don’t be foolish; I can’t tell you over the phone. Where can I meet you?”
“Do you have a car?”
“Yes.”
“Come here.”
“Oh, wait,” Peggy said, “There are many things I don’t know from Frances. She only gave me a phone number—”
“Adams Road and Elmore Road,” he said, “right at the corner. What kind of car do you drive?”
“A green sedan.”
“How long will it take?”
“About 15 minutes.”
“Good, good, come over! Park your car on Elmore Road just before Adams Road, on the right side, facing south, and wait there for me. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Oh, when will Frances—”
“We’ll talk when I see you,” Peggy interrupted. “You’ve said too much on the phone.”
“I swear I haven’t,” Everett said, and she heard the receiver hang up with a bang on the other end.
