CHAPTER EIGHTDoc High took Lindsey’s call and told him that the DEA had approached the National Knights of the Air, et cetera, et cetera, and the National Knights of the Air, et cetera, et cetera, had agreed to their aircraft and museum’s being searched, and they had come up clean. “Clean of drugs,” High added.
Lindsey frowned into the handset. “Wait a minute. I think you’re playing a little game with me, Lieutenant.”
“Doc.”
“What about it?”
Even across the telephone lines, the sigh was audible. “Thought I could get away with it first thing in the morning. You’re too sharp for me, Lindsey. Well, the drug kiddies went in there with their dope-sniffing doggies and their little chemical analysis kits and they didn’t turn up anything you could put up your nose or shoot in your veins and ge
