Chapter 22: Unacceptable Behavior
12:55 P.M.
I had a few envelopes to mail at the Vanmer post office. True Spill was working the counter. The blond gigolo with his spiked hair and somewhat violet-colored eyes knew all of the gossip in Vanmer. Like any other small town in America, the post office was the hub for information, and I was not beneath using and questioning True regarding the death of Tad Dossner.
The post office was unoccupied during my short visit, which gave me the perfect situation and time to ask the beauty queen tart what I had wanted to. After an eyeful of his corded neck, hulking upper chest, and hard n*****s, I inquired, “You sweet thing. When was the last time you saw Jamie Bodice in here?”
True shook his head, huffed like a queen, applied stamps to my three envelop
