I packed a change of clothes in my overnight bag and laid down, but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about Jennifer Wilkins. Finally, about seven o'clock in the evening, I got out of bed, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and headed for the health club.
Jill was out on the exercise floor when I arrived at the club. She smiled and waved at me when I walked in. Tonight she had on a shiny bright pink Spandex jumpsuit. Although the outfit looked fantastic on her, I wondered how hard it would be to get off. I waved back at her, went into the office, and sat down.
I'd been trying to think of a way to avoid another confrontation with Billy tonight, especially since he might have gotten a gun by now, but I wasn't exactly sure how I'd pull that off.
I was still trying to come up with a plan when Jill walked in. She came over to me, bent down, kissed me gently, and stroked my face with her hand. "How are you?" she asked. "You had such a serious look on your face when I walked in."
"I was just trying to figure out some way to avoid another hassle with Billy," I explained. "Is there any chance you could get someone else to close up and we could leave early?"
"I'm sorry," Jill replied. "Right now, the only other person who I trust to handle closing up the club is Rhonda, and she has the night off. If you want, I can make sure she's available tomorrow."
"That would be good," I said. "At least for a few nights. Problem is, Billy's going to catch on eventually."
"Then what?" Jill asked.
"Hopefully, I'll have him off your back by then," I said. "If not, I guess I'll have to come up with a new plan."
Jill walked over and sat down behind her desk. "Do you really think you can stop him?" she asked.
"I'm working on it," I said. "Hopefully I'll have a better idea of what to do tomorrow."
Jill went to work on her bookwork and I remained sitting there, partly watching her and partly thinking about the trouble Jennifer was in. I had to get this business with Jill cleaned up, and quickly because my incessant thoughts about Jennifer could very well start to interfere with my ability to do what Jill hired me for.
When we finally closed the club and walked out into the parking lot, there was a Jamestown police car sitting there. A big, bulky black officer was leaning against it. He straightened up when Jill and I emerged and I recognized him. His name was Walt Mobley. He and I went through the police academy together a lot of years ago. "Everything OK?" he asked. His voice was deep, like the rumble of distant thunder.
"How you doing, Walt?" I asked. "Still on the job?"
Walt looked at me closer and a broad smile formed on his face. "Hey! Mike! Damn, man, I ain't seen you in what, ten years?" he said, walking toward me, extending his massive hand. "What you doin' now? Still writin?"
"I'm still doing that, and I do a little work for Roscoe Garth now and again," I explained. "Got my P.I. license."
"Damn," he said, grabbing my hand and jerking my arm up and down like a pump handle. "I'm gonna put my papers in a year from now, Roscoe's been after me to come work for him. I been thinkin' about it."
An idea came to me as Walt continued jerking my arm up and down. "Walt, I need for you to do something," I said.