“Plenty.”
Reeves scribbled out the check, made a notation on the stub in the checkbook. He tore out the check, handed it across to Liddell. “Keep in touch. And if there’s anything I can do to help, just yell.”
Liddell waved the check, blew on it. Then he folded it, stuck it into his pocket. “The minute I know anything, you’ll be hearing about it.”
Marta Shane wrinkled her nose in distaste as the cab skidded to a stop outside an old soot-stained building that was identifiable as the Hotel Martense only by the discolored metal plaque alongside the door.
The cabby swung in his seat, stared at her curiously. “You sure this is the place you wanted to go, lady?”
“This is the Hotel Martense, isn’t it?” the blonde asked him coolly.
The cabby nodded.
“Then this is where I wanted to go.” She
