CHAPTER FIVEWhat now? It was obvious that the Berkeley Police Department was not going to help. They had their priorities, they responded to their town’s political agenda and their own bureaucratic interests. Damn O’Hara! He looked and sounded like a good old-fashioned Irish cop but when push came to shove he was just another worthless Berkeley hack. And damn Officer Plum! Damn her and her—Lindsey clenched his teeth and hissed an exhalation.
He climbed into his Hyundai and sat with his pocket organizer open, trying to decide what to do. He flipped to his notes on the Comic Cavalcade claim, read the address for Ridge Technology Systems and then unfolded a map. The RTS offices were in the Rockridge section that straddled the Berkeley-Oakland city line.
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Ridge Technology turned out
