Chapter Thirteen
It was 9.35 in the morning when the reception desk buzzed my room. There was a guest waiting in the foyer. I walked down to reception and saw Frank Pennaman. He stood nervously near the front doors as I strolled up to him.
“Thanks for coming down, detective. I appreciate your help.”
Frank nodded apprehensively then slowly handed me the police file report and the crime photographs. “This is very irregular, Mister Dallas. Please don’t tell anyone I’ve given you these files.”
“Frank, you have my word as a gentleman. No one will know. Believe me.”
“Mister Dallas, what do you expect to achieve with this information? You may not know but there are very strict laws about interfering with police work in this country.”
“Frank, I won’t be interfering with any police work while
