Flipping Out Chapter 4 of 5

Reggie was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was dressed for work—tan pants, pale yellow short-sleeve shirt, green tie with thin blue stripes. He had showered and shaved since I saw him last night, and his face, forever tan from a life on the water, was probably a melanoma waiting to happen. But for the moment, it gave off a healthy glow. Only his eyes were a window to the shock and the grief.

He stood up when Terry and I walked in. “Oh man, am I glad to see you guys. I’m crawling the walls here. What’s going on? What do you know?”

“Reg, we’re all torn up about this,” I said. “We’re gonna solve it, but we’re just getting started. First, we need to sit down and talk.”