"I went out, tried to have a good time but I didn't. Now I am home, with MY baby and I am having a good time. Again, I knew it wouldn't work, and that...separating me from my baby was a horrible idea. So night, I am going to go be with our child." She turned without a look towards Amy. "Oh, and we are never doing this again so cancel the service."It took Amy a moment to realize she was the 'service'. As her heart sank, the husband entered the house better from the doorway."Amy I am sorry that we. Your loss," he joked. "I guess you should get that number for me. I think it would be a fun day to go with you guys if Mary wants to hang with me." All right. I'll get the number for you. I'll call you back." Cool. Talk to you then."I hung up with Tom and called Leslie. Her father answered the phone and asked who was calling. I told him who I was and asked it I cold talk to Leslie."Oh. Are you the Jeff that intervened for Leslie that night in the parking lot?" Yes, that's me." I want to thank. “Don’t fuck around, Bill, this is serious.”“I’m sorry, Dave, but it’s true. Her body was found a couple of hours ago.”“That’s not possible! She went to Girl’s Night Out with Jude and the girls from yoga.” He jumped up and grabbed his cellphone. “I’ll call her. You’ll see. She’s fine.”“Dave, she was positively ID’d. She had her bag with her, her driver’s license, plus,” I hesitated to tell him, but I pushed forward, “I saw her. It was Melissa.”“There must be a mistake,” he said, dropping back. The last thing I wanted to do was visit a bar. Remembering what Emily said about my ‘pedestrian’ dinner fare, I bought a Caribbean cook-book at Borders, picked out a recipe and went out to pick up the ingredients. R&D cooking seemed like a good time sink. I noticed something different when I arrived. Something really different. An Aston Martin parked in our lo, same on James Bond drove in Casino Royalle. It was green, its fenders flowed like liquid and the paint was perfect and I couldn’t help.