Page 108 of The Bone Code
“I’m not banging Toby Keith.”
Vislosky’s head whipped my way, brows floating high above the gold rims of her shades.
“So. I’ve busted this death mask mother wide open, eh?”
“I’m sorry, Anne. I haven’t had time to follow up.”
“Seriously?”
“I was urgently needed on an investigation.”
Vislosky snorted.
“Who’s that?”
“A detective. Listen, I’ll be in Charleston late this afternoon. We can discuss the death mask tonight.”
Chilly silence.
“I’ll bring dinner.”
“I sure as sugar don’t feel the love coming my way.”
Three beeps.
Anne was gone.
“Want to listen to some music?” I asked, tossing my iPhone onto the dash.
“No,” Vislosky said.
“Let me know if you’d like me to drive.”
“I won’t.”
Alrighty, then.
I focused on the world streaming by my window. We’d left the mountains and entered a landscape of rolling hills. Now and then, we passed a small factory, and once what looked like a massive salvage yard. Otherwise, it was nothing but fields and trees and cows.
Eventually, the monotony made me drowsy. Not sure how long I’d been dozing when Vislosky startled me awake.
“Point guard.”
I struggled to connect the dots. “Are you talking b’ball?”
“Do I look like a hockey player?”
“What does a hockey player look like?”
“A dentist’s dream.”
“Hilarious.”
“At six foot nothing, I wasn’t tall enough to be up front.”
“Where did you play?”
“Wake Forest. My unmatched agility won me a four-year ride.”
