CHAPTER SEVENTEENLindsey dodged a delivery truck and hopped onto the curb in front of Comic Cavalcade in time to see Jan Chiu lock the door behind her. The store wasn’t scheduled to open for another thirty minutes.
Jan turned back when Lindsey rapped on the glass with a metal pen. For a moment she looked confused, then recognized him and unlatched the door. She said, “Oh, Mr. Lindsey! The insurance man.”
She closed the door again, locking it behind him.
Lindsey said, “I’m still after the list of consignors of those stolen comics.”
From behind the counter Linc Morris said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Lindsey. I looked for it yesterday but it didn’t turn up.”
Lindsey said, “I accidentally found one of the consignors. He showed me a receipt that Terry sent him for his comics. It looked like computer
