Chapter Twelve
I returned to the Oxford just before 6.00pm and walked into the foyer heading for the stairs when the desk clerk flagged me over.
I had a message to ring Janet.
“Can I use this phone?” I asked.
The clerk nodded.
“Hello, Janet. How did you go?”
“Oh, Jack, Frank said he’ll meet you tomorrow morning at ten o’clock in your hotel. He’s going to try to get the Brodie file to you. He said he’d put a call in to the crime-scene photographer and get a copy of the photos.”
“Great. You did really good, Janet.”
“I must say Frank was quite hesitant.” She paused. “You see, I had to tell him you were a private investigator.”
“Oh, how did he take that?”
“He said this request was highly irregular – with you being a private detective and everything. He said you had no jurisdiction in
