CHAPTER TWELVE
After a good night’s sleep uninterrupted by emergency calls, I got right to work. Sundays are the worst. Nothing going on, nothing much on TV, and I get fidgety, so I find it’s best to stay busy. Armed with only my file, a clipboard, and a paperback, any of which might come in handy, I headed toward University Park.
My first stop was the uncle’s house. Rechecking my file, I noted that his name was Melvin Stubbs. Always good to know who the hell you’re talking to before attempting an interview.
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