Beautiful Girls by Gary S. Griffin Page A

Abigail. Read the whole chapter in 1 Samuel when we get off the phone. I did. There are some parallels with Nabal and Rob, and, I guess with David and me, and Abigail and you.”
    â€œOK, but I’m not following you, Stevie.”
    â€œI worry that Rob might see parallels with this story. That he thinks God will strike him down, but wants to see if I will hunt him and kill him first, like David wanted to do to Nabal before Abigail came to him.”
    â€œMaybe it will become clearer once I read it.”
    â€œIt will. I could be mistaken, but read it and see what you think.”
    â€œOK.”
    â€œHere’s the deal. I’m going to Las Vegas in the morning. Rob’s clue is so vague that I need your help with an internet search, OK?”
    â€œSure, anything I can do.”
    I explained my guess about the wet bar. She would look for bars and lounges with such names. I also asked her to make a reservation for me at a reasonably priced hotel on The Strip; nothing fancy, but I wanted to be centrally located in Sodom. I told her not to guarantee the room as we wouldn’t know for sure if I’d use it.
    Edie got all that and said she’d call me back in two hours, at 10 PM, with her results. Plus, she wanted to hear about the state of her cabin.
    â€œI love you, Stevie. Be careful!”
    â€œI will, baby.”
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Cabin Fever
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    I started the Mustang and sped that sports car through city streets until I reached the familiar road that led to the cooler mountains.
    My destination was Mount Lemmon, the highest peak in the various mountain ranges that surrounded Tucson. Tucson was over 2,000 feet in elevation and Mt. Lemmon zoomed up to over 9,000 feet. The diner was in the eastern part of town, so I quickly passed from city to suburbs to the mountain road.
    I fell in love with Tucson again. It was still an awesome ride in a great car, filled with breathtaking views. I climbed from the foothills of the Catalina Mountains towards Mt. Lemmon, the tallest peak in the range. I had fun driving the Mustang up the mountain in the dark. The stars filled the sky and the lights of the Tucson valley were a white blanket far below me.
    I found the turnoff to Edie’s cabin. It’s located above the 7,000 foot level, a few miles down from the summit. The cabin is located about one hundred yards off the mountain road. It sits in an idyllic site, at the edge of a pine grove. It’s a three bedroom ranch house, and has a covered veranda that runs all along the front of the house providing million dollar views of the valley far below. The cabin has a beautiful kitchen, a large dining and a living area, a stone fireplace and three bedrooms. Edie had the largest bedroom done in sky blue.
    The cabin was a mess. It would take a couple of days to properly clean it, days I didn’t have right then. It’s clear her father had been at the cabin recently. The place smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap vodka. However, Rob was gone. I found an empty two-quart plastic bottle of Russian alcohol on the dining table, a filled ashtray in the living room, dirty clothes in a bedroom corner and fast food containers in the kitchen trash. I put all those in a big, black plastic bag and tossed it in the large trash container at the end of the driveway.
    I opened all the cabin windows to air it out. The air temperature outside was in the sixties and there was a cool breeze. It didn’t take long to air out the cabin.
    Rob had used the master bedroom. I stripped the bed sheets and did a medium sized load of laundry. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, and put the clothes I wore during that day in the washer, too.
    I had just popped the lid on a Corona I’d brought from Lake Tamarisk, when my cell phone rang. It was Edie.
    I spent the first five minutes giving her the cabin status. She spent the next twenty minutes talking about her internet and phone work over the last two hours.
    â€œI think I