Chapter Twelve
The following evening a cab stopped in front of the tiny brick-faced 1920s cottage. Ric reached over the front seat and handed several coins to the driver then opened the door and stepped out. He turned and held out his hand to Teddy. She ignored his gesture and scooted across the seat to exit the vehicle.
From inside, Ella Fitzgerald could be heard singing “Someone to Watch Over Me.” Boxes filled with purple and white petunias hung on the window ledges. Ric knocked on the glossy pewter-gray front door.
A statuesque woman with ebony hair drawn up in a chignon stood on the threshold. She looked about thirty years old and wore a bright pink swing dress. Her feet were shod with ballet-type slippers. “May I help you?”
“Good evening.” Ric held up his license. “I'm Richard Bog
