"You're a panel expert?" Grabinett leaped up in dismay. "Jesus Almighty! Don't tell me A&B sold another panel show to the network. What have they got on Roy Audibon? Do they know where the body's buried?"
Lennox didn't bother to answer. He pulled a sheaf of notes from his inside pocket and glanced at them. "What's your schedule this morning, Mel?"
"Loaded. I ain't got a minute."
"What about Kansas?"
"That's up to the network. I got a conference scheduled with Roy Audibon for thissafter."
"Haven't you tried anything else?"
"What the hell else is there to try?"
"I've got an idea." Lennox reached across the desk and picked up Grabinett's phone. He punched buttons until Patsy Lewis, the office operator, answered him in a jaw-clenched Bennington drawl.
"Patsy? Jake Lennox. Good morning. You were monitoring that call to Kansas last night?"
"Good morning, Mr. Lennox. Yes, I was."