The cabbie was a small old man again.
Blue Suit said, “What do you want?”
“Someone came in here last Thursday night and made a large purchase, and paid for it with an AFR emerald card. I’ve seen the charge slip. The card was stolen.”
“I checked with the company. The card was okay. They said it was a no-limit-no-question card. I never heard of such a thing before. If they try and stick me for it—”
“You won’t be stuck,” Lindsey reassured Blue Suit. “But I need you to describe the customer. And I need an itemized list of what the customer bought.”
“It was some white woman. Never saw her before.”
“Describe her.”
Blue Suit pondered. Then he said, “The Whelan chick, sure. Light brown hair, real light, with streaks. She colors it, definitely. About fifty. Slim, maybe five-three, five-four.
