Chapter Thirty-Two
There was a note pinned to his front door. It was from Grahame Smith, one of the members of his detective team. The note was brief, and indicated it was urgent that he contact Superintendent George Baldwin.
“What does that dickhead want now?” Chap asked aloud.
As he reached to unlock the door, he heard the telephone inside his house ringing. He hurried inside, closed the door, and rushed to the phone. It was Smith. “Smithy,” Chap greeted. “I just got home and found your note. What’s up?”
“s**t, Chap, where have you been? We’ve been trying to find you since yesterday afternoon.”
“I’ve been, shall we say, otherwise occupied,” Chap answered. “I had my mobile phone turned off. I’m on leave, you know. What’s so important that it can’t wait until I get back to work in a c
