CHAPTER
15
It was five-thirty by the time I left the office, totally fried and far from being finished with my “to do” list, which seemed to expand by the minute. Even so, I decided to run by the cleaner’s and retrieve the white box. I didn’t know if it held any significance or not, but considering the perplexing contents and weird location, combined with the possible connection to Nelson Trotter, I felt better having it back in my possession.
Afterwards, just to be safe, I stopped by the auto parts store and bought new windshield wipers, which the young salesperson was kind enough to install for me. The ever-changing weather forecast now predicted a forty percent chance of rain during the next few days, which meant it might actually rain or we might not get a drop. Either way, I di
