He shoved his heavy jaw forward aggressively.
“You Holland?” he growled.
Ken nodded dumbly.
Duncan was studying him, puzzled.
He looks as if he has robbed the bank and has the proceeds in the house, he thought. What the hell’s the matter with him?
“I want to talk to Parker. Where’s he live?” Donovan demanded.
Ken opened and shut his mouth, but no sound came. He stared fixedly at Donovan.
“Where does he live?” Donovan repeated, raising his voice.
Ken made an effort, gulped, then said, “Why, he’s just in the next road. 145 Marshall Avenue.”
Duncan took out his notebook and jotted down the address.