I HEADED the Chev around Harbor Drive, and I was in a hurry. Shona’s disappearance brought on a brainstorm, and the reason was I remembered how hedgy she’d been about Westburne’s envelope all along. She’d not wanted to tell me about that angle in the first place, and only after a hell of an argument had she consented to let me see the thing.
Now it hit me she’d probably had a last-minute change of mind last night. When we walked into her apartment, she’d suddenly decided not to give me a peep into that envelope . . . at least, not until she’d had a chance to see for herself what it contained. So she had said it was missing from the top drawer when actually she had it hidden somewhere else.
notMaid service . . . that tied in, too. Why’d she leave this envelope that she seemed to consider
