CHAPTER 20
MY RINGING PHONE woke me the next morning, and I glared at the screen. I’d been having a nice dream about L... No, no I hadn’t.
I snatched up the phone and jabbed the answer button. “Emmy?”
“Still sleeping alone?”
“I told you I would be.”
“Damn. Okay, it’s Monday. My day in the pool is Saturday. We’ve still got time.”
“I keep telling you...”
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, Mack finally got into that data. It’s f*****g gold. The Ice Cream Man’s gonna cream his pants.”
“You realise how terrible that line sounded?”
“Hmm, I suppose. Seeing as he’s ice cream, he’d more melt in them.”
“That’s sick.”
“Not if it’s mint choc chip.” Emmy’s favourite flavour.
But not mine. “Ugh.”
Mint Choc Chip had been fourth on the list. A flabby banker for an organised crime syndicate, he’d died from
