CHAPTER EIGHT
"Vice Squad, please," said Tim into the telephone. "I want to speak with Lieutenant Kramer."
"I'm sorry," said the cool, efficient voice at the other end of the line, "but Lieutenant Kramer isn't in at the moment. May I take a message?"
Damn, thought Tim, what a time to be on a coffee break. "Yes," he added, "I'll leave a message. Tell him that I have information concerning Jay Snyder, lots of information, and that I'll be waiting for him in the bar at the Ambassador Hotel. Tell him it's urgent; his wife might be in trouble. Make sure he gets that message, will you? Tell it to him just like I told it to you."
"Certainly, sir," said the receptionist. "Now would you care to leave your name?"
"No," said Tim, "I wouldn't."
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Tim fingered his drink nervously. Where was th
