CHAPTER 15TAPS FOR RATS
AS he drove west toward Santa Monica, he thought that he was aping Froody’s tactics. He was starting at both ends and working toward the middle. But until Froody and Brigit reached the middle, or rather, the name of the poisoner, there was nothing else that he could do except grope for answers to those annoying, intriguing questions about the dead man and his associates.
Let’s see. Mrs. Lovelace said they always swim in front of the lifeguard station. Wilshire would be best. He thought of all the streets he had followed to find a solution at the end. At present, Wilshire Boulevard was better than those roads in his mind, leading nowhere.
The wide beach, with the wide sea sparkling coldly beyond it, was deserted. The small square Spanish building which in summer,
