Chapter Sixteen
I passed by my office but didn't stop. Make that couldn't stop.
I'd underestimated Wenders' desire to catch up with me. He had a patrol unit staked out in my lot, watching the place, and apparently intended to grab me the moment I showed my face. It was enough to make me wonder whether or not the lieutenant was serious when he threatened to pin Mickey's murder on me? I decided not to test him and, as I said, drove on by. But I must confess, two near misses in one morning renewed my enthusiasm for finding the real perpetrator.
A few blocks away I found a delicatessen with a phone booth instead and gave my office a call. Staking me out was one thing but he couldn't have been tapping my phone. He'd need a warrant and, “I'm lazy, Your Honor, and need Blake to solve a murder
