Twenty-Four Years Ago. Klempner
Bech looks smug. “Sir, I’ve found them.”
“Them?”
“Conners and the girl.”
“About time, Bech. After so long, I’d almost given up.”
“Yes, sir.”
I think he expects me to congratulate him, but it was his heavy-handedness two years ago that lost them in the first place.
“Where are they?”
“Here in the City, only a couple of miles away.”
“Seriously?”
Is he dense?
Or just over-confident?
“Seriously.” Bech shrugs. “Wouldn’t have been my first choice but maybe they think by lying low it’ll go away.”
“How did you find them?”
“Easily enough. I’ve been keeping an eye on that apartment she was living in. It’s been standing empty. It was a cert she’d put it up for sale sooner or later…”
“She might have rented it out…”
“In which case I’d have found a reason
