Bad Doctor

II

The phone number belonged to a lady who had twin boys. She put them on the line.

“Hi Dr. Box!” Carlos said.

“Hi handsome!” Charlie said.

“Hi guys. You’ve got something for me? A garage door opener?”

They did.

Turns out Willow swung by their place after killing Cameron. The twins don’t know that, but I do. She gave them five grand for their gun and their promise to keep the garage door opener safe until she called to tell them what to do with it.

So I took a quick trip to Dayton, intending to get the evidence and catch the next plane back to NYC. But the return trip was delayed when the twins made me take them out to dinner at a fancy restaurant with white linen tablecloths and candles.

I didn’t mind. After all, how often do I get to go out with friends?

Our dinners were prepared tableside, and Charlie fairly swooned watching the waiter fuss over us. The wine flowed freely, and when I ordered the boys a flaming desert, Charlie cried.

They gave me the door opener and never asked the first question about it.

I liked that about them.