CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
By the time I get to headquarters, Morse is closing his office. He’s reaching for the switch to the overhead lights when I rush through the door.
"Hey, McLain, don't you ever go home? It's Saturday night and …” I'm waving the DMV report in my hand. I cut him off in mid-sentence.
"What about this? What about this report?"
"What report? Don't tell me someone has blown up Goldwater's Department Store."
"Come on Harry, we don't have time for this kind of stuff. Look, a while back, a car was abandoned on a canal bank, the same make of car that George Williams, Harold Severson, and the unknown client disappeared in, and the license plates and the registration are missing. The automobile was sold by Desert Star Used Cars."
To say Harry is irritated is putting it mildly.
