CHAPTER FOURTEENEven though it was two hours earlier in Denver, Lindsey didn’t want to face Desmond Richelieu, or encounter him by telephone, viva voce. Instead he put a message up on KlameNet/Plus. It was brief.
Need $50,000 to buy great nude painting. Wd be perfect for yr office. Might also save International Surety a cool million.
He reread the message on the screen of his laptop, counted the zeroes after the number five and made sure he hadn’t inadvertently put a decimal point into the number, connected the laptop to the hotel room telephone jack and zapped the message off to SPUDS headquarters.
He half expected an explosion, but nothing came back. Richelieu must be asleep, or maybe even doing something besides work for a change. Lindsey climbed into bed and picked up I Was a Lincol
