CHAPTER 6Don’s automatic reaction was: The kid! You didn’t have plenty of time, after all. You fell for that stall about Stryker! But all he said was: “Where, Sergeant?”
“I’m at the Mid-Broad Building, Forty-sixth and Broadway. I called to let you know you’ll be hearing from Captain Dooley, working out of Homicide. Though it might not have any real connection with your store, at that.”
“I see, Sergeant.” What Don saw was Sibyl with her hands at her throat as if she was having difficulty breathing. She knew Lucas wouldn’t have called, except in an emergency. “You have a Lois Anderson working for you?”
“That’s right.” He felt a rush of relief that it was not Timmy—then a wave of revulsion at feeling that way when apparently the girl had been killed.
“Thin party? Kind of undernourished? S
