She shrugged. “Maybe he did you a favour.”
She backed up as I started the engine.
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“Maybe it’ll improve your face.”
I slammed the door and flipped her off, as I drove away from the curb, hearing a text message arrive. And then a second. I had to wait until I could pull up on a side road to check them.
Unknown: Go see the doc. He can save your precious looks. Address in next message.
And there it was. I updated the contact with Lenore’s name. Too many unknowns popping up in my phone these days. How did everyone have my number to start with? I’d never given her my card.