Book 3, Burton Crane
Chapter 4WITH HIS DAY IN Landshut all but over, most of it spent on the phone, Burton Crane stretched his legs and enjoyed the afternoon breeze outside Gasthof Trausnitz.
The word from headquarters suggested conflict on the home front about his investigation. He had to play this by ear, which was fine. The beer made him sluggishly comfortable. Clouds on the horizon suggested rain by nightfall. In the morning he would be winging his way back to London. A deep swig left a string of froth across his solid brick face. His wife had just told him that she missed him, in spite of another delay. That made him unreasonably happy, another whistler out of the blue. He was no good at patching up broken crockery. He had been expecting a painful reunion because Evelyn was taking f
