Chapter 19
Keplar rushed to the Star and Tribune. He found Rose typing frantically. When she saw him, she held up her left hand, indicating he needed to wait. Four minutes later, she stopped and tore the paper from the typewriter. “Be right back, facing a deadline,” she said and patted him on the cheek as she raced by.
Moments later she put on her coat and took him by the arm, “Where you taking me?”
“Wherever you want to go. Suggestions?”
“Someplace nice, no greasy spoon.”
Looking at her as they walked to the car, “I smell a secret agenda. What’s up?”
Squeezing his arm again, “You must be patient. We’re going to the Radisson, I already made reservations.” Looking at her watch, “We have about an hour to kill.”
“In that case, although it is a cool and brisk night, let’s take a
