Well, Hansen thought, twenty minutes later as he climbed into the limousine and turned down the folding seat, he couldn’t put his faith in these boys, but you didn’t have to approve of something to enjoy it. He was reminded of the Sunday-school teacher who went to the motel when the limousine’s telephone buzzed.
Nobody called that number unless it was urgent business, Hansen knew, but whose business? Defense’s, Interior’s, Primrose’s, or had Helga’s loyal partisans uncovered a secret message in a ladies’ washroom and were passing it along to him for immediate action?
It was Primrose’s business, and Primrose’s words were being scrambled as they came out of his mouth. It was a weird experience for Hansen, listening to a spoken, scrambled message.
Suddenly Primrose quit speaking and held t
