Sheriff PorterChapter 129
I went to bed and listened to Mel and Wilson again. How the hell can those two do it three nights in a row. Especially Wilson, surely his heart is being damaged, I thought. Then I laughed. Probably good cardio. Mel never ran and look at her flitting all over the pier tonight. Maybe I really should try it, but not tonight. I was in the canary when I got The Brit's call. "So where are you?" he asked. "About five miles from the old light house," I said. "Surely there is more than one...