Chapter 9: Play BallInstead of following Carl Hammond's advice, Detective Altman followed a hunch.
The crowd in the lobby had thinned out, but he could hear laughter and shouting across the terrazzo floor. Somewhere behind one of those doorways was a tribal gathering place.
He found his purple-haired escort hanging out near the receptionist's desk. "Hey, sorry to trouble you again. I need to see Chief Red Otter?"
"I don't know if he's here." When Altman didn't go away, the kid heaved a philosophical sigh and led him to the door where the noise was loudest. "Yeah," pointing inside. "There."
Not a dining room or cafeteria, but a basketball court. Two teams of pint-sized players in quart-sized uniforms were running up and down the court, while assorted relatives hollered from the bleacher
