Phoebe headed for her SUV, while her thoughts circled around the summons from Dewey.
Queen to king’s three.
How did she feel about it? Was she really ready to face her sister’s murderer?
For answers to these and other questions, stay tuned to this brain, she thought with a wry calm that surprised her. Somehow she’d expected to feel more. This was it. Closure time. She shined a light inside her head and found no sign of triumph and plenty of fear. It had been seven years, but some things wouldn’t have changed. He’d still be a dirty fighter, a mean survivor, and a dangerous adversary.
Obviously his guy had found the fliers when he killed Ollie, and he’d moved to get his gnarly guy in to check out the bar. Though he hadn’t sent his best man, Phoebe noted as she spotted, without seeming to
