Johnny Liddell stood at the portable bar in Marta Shane’s apartment, mixing himself a drink. He carried it back to the couch, sank down with a sigh. “Okay if I call my office?” he called in to the blonde.
“Be my guest,” she answered from the bedroom. “I’ll only be another minute.”
He set his glass down, dialed the number of his office. “Johnny Liddell’s office,” Pinky’s perky voice came through.
“Hi, Pinky. What’s new?”
A sniff was clearly audible across the wire. “Is that a conversation opener or do you really care?”
Liddell grinned at the phone. “What’s the matter, Pink? Miss me?”
“No, I don’t miss you, but the inspector does. And you better hope he keeps right on missing you. He sounds downright annoyed.”
“Has he called again?”
“Again?” the redhead groaned. “He’s been calling ev
