Chapter 16The next morning I phoned Louie right after I had awakened, yawned, stretched, and relieved myself. The bum didn't answer. He was probably at work, but that was no suitable excuse as far as I was concerned. Most safecrackers would have had the common decency to call someone they had stood up, unless, of course, the police had nabbed them. I'd try Louie later, and meanwhile maybe he'd know what was good for him and get in touch with me. The no-good, untrustworthy crook.
The anticipation of contact with Louie was not the only thing that kept me at home. Maybe Scarlett would call and we would hightail it out of town. I looked out the window at the black sedan that Blatt had sent over. It was an improvement on Mumbles's beat-up coupe, which had more dents than Carter's had little li
