Chapter Fifteen
Sam dropped me off at the Oxford around four-thirty. I made a beeline to my room. I needed to make contact with Frank.
“Hello, Detective Frank Pennaman, please.” I was seated at the bureau desk in my room with the crime photographs in my hand. I was still rattled after what I’d seen at the Brodie house. “Hello Frank, this is Jack Dallas. Is there a chance you could drop by sometime today? I need to speak to you.”
“Mister Dallas, I was going to call you. I’ve some news about what you asked me to look into.” I could hear Frank’s voice was half excited and full of nerves. “I will come around to the hotel after work, in about an hour.”
“I’ll be here, Frank. Look forward to seeing you then.”
I hung up the telephone. I sat there for a while and wondered about the news Frank
