Six
For a full minute I stared at him, letting his last words sink in. I had come there on a fishing expedition and it felt as if I’d had a strike. I hadn’t had anything special to ask and hadn’t really expected too much. Then, just as I was ready to leave, he had volunteered something I would never have thought of asking for. Investigations are often like that, which is one of the reasons I like my work.
He looked at his watch again. “Well, Mr. March—”
“Just a minute,” I said, “and then I’ll let you get back to work. When did you say this theft took place?”
“Two or three months ago.”
“What happened?”
“Someone broke in here at night,” he said impatiently. “They took the petty cash that was in my receptionist’s desk, a few of my tools—nothing very valuable—and a handful of Xrays. That
