Forty
MY PHONE BUZZES A LITTLE before 6 p.m. A one word message from Dan.
Go.
“Ok,” Helen says. “Let’s do this. Remember, Tom, you do exactly what I say. We need to get in and out as quickly as possible. Understand.”
I nod. “Are you—”
“I’m fine, Tom,” she says. “Let’s go.”
We get out of the car and walk straight into the Myerton Hotel. Sitting at a horseshoe-shaped desk is a rather portly security guard.
“Why, Detective Parr,” he says. “What brings you here tonight?”
“Hi, Hank,” she says with a grin. “Oh, just a little secret mission.”
“Secret mission? Now, what would that be?”
She looks around furtively, then leans across the desk and whispers, “I need to get into Brian Dohrmann’s condo.”
Hank furrows his brow. “Excuse me?”
“Listen, this is kind of embarrassing,” she says, smi
