Dig the Holes Deep
Wilmington, Delaware
After we left the funeral we took more food to Bugs’ house and then I told Angie I was leaving.
“You sure you can’t come in?” she said.
I shook my head. “You know the situation with Donna. And now Bobby’s missing. I don’t want to cause trouble for Bugs.”
She kissed me on the cheek. “All right. I’ll call if I need a ride.”
“See you, babe.”
I got in the car and drove to Teddy’s. Marty only worked half a day today, and I hoped he’d stop at Teddy’s on his way home. I found a comfortable spot where I wouldn’t be seen, and waited. Before long Marty showed. He parked on a quiet, side street, perfect for what I wanted to do. An hour later he came out of the bar, lit a smoke, and headed for his car. I got out quietly, set off at a fast pace to intercep
