CHAPTER TWELVEI could hear the phone ringing as I came down the corridor from the elevator the next morning. I zipped the key into the lock, to the extent I was capable of zipping, which wasn’t very much, and hurried open the door.
The phone started complaining shrilly again, so I picked it up and said, “Jeb Knight.”
A voice told me, “This is James Maddigan, Knight. Did you send in your report as yet?”
I said, “Yeah, it’s in the mail. Have you heard about what happened to Les Zimmer?”
Maddigan didn’t sound particularly interested, but he said, “Zimmer? No, what?”
I hesitated, then said, “It’d take too long to tell you over the phone. The report should be there in the morning delivery.”
“Very well,” he said. “Are you to attend the convention today?”
I’d forgotten that this was the fi
