“That a little hair of the dog, Ambassador?” joked Wayde.
The ambassador smiled. “Yeah, it does seem to help.” They didn’t say anything for a few seconds. The ambassador eyed Wayde contemplatively. “The word is that you’re a private eye.”
Wayde glanced over at him. “I guess the word is spreading.”
“Well, this is a small group. Are you checking on this Dr. Rhineman thing?”
Wayde decided to act dumb. “What thing is that?”
“You know, everyone’s talking about the doctor’s heart attack and his dying, and about the murder of his shady brother Benny and two of his men. Then, mysteriously, Leon Evers is murdered.” He took a drink. “I guess it makes sense that a private detective would be involved. Someone must have hired you.”
“You’re right, Ambassador. I was hired to look into these murders
