“All right,” he said sourly. “When are you planning on taking over the whole department?”
“Not me,” I said. “It doesn’t pay enough. I’ll call you from Europe.”
I hung up and then called Jake’s newspaper. He was there.
“I don’t have much time, Jake,” I said, “but I can meet you at the StakeOut for a few minutes.”
“I’ll be there,” he said.
I got dressed and packed my suitcase. Downstairs I stopped long enough to tell them that I was expecting a telegram and would be back for it, also that I would be gone for two days, but I was keeping the room.
On the way downtown I sold the shotgun at a g*n store I had passed. Then I went to the StakeOut. Jake was there, with a drink waiting for me. I gave him an outline of the whole case. He whistled softly when I’d finished.
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