CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A Swearingen Metroliner.
It sounded like some kind of Swiss express train, but it was a twin-engined monoplane. Propellor-driven, no less! Tyrone had sent Lindsey to his personal travel agency, an outfit on College Avenue with the left-over hippy name of Trips Out Travel but a modern computer set-up and a no-nonsense style of operating.
Lindsey didn’t like doing business in Berkeley but Tyrone had insisted, and Lindsey didn’t want to alienate him. And Tyrone had insisted on researching the Duesenberg. Lacking access to the stolen car, Tyrone insisted, the next best place to go was the automobile museum in Reno. Tyrone knew they had a Dusie there, and a technical library and a staff of mechanics who could answer the toughest questions.
The travel agent assured him that
