Chapter 4
Darrell wanted to kiss the ground when they finally arrived at the restaurant Barnaby had driven them to. The man was a maniac, pure and simple. His little Volkswagen Beetle weaved in and out of street traffic at alarming speeds, braking unexpectedly or sometimes not at all. As he opened the passenger door, he felt distinctly ill. Thankfully, the restaurant, a deli, had only been a few blocks from the office.
“It’s a wonder you’re still alive,” he said primly.
“What?” Barnaby gave him a blank look and shrugged.
As Darrell followed the flamboyant man inside, he had to wonder what the hell he had agreed to. Sometimes being nice was not a plus.
After they’d been seated at a plastic booth and given their drinks of iced tea for him and coffee for Barnaby, Darrell eyed the menu su
