“Did he look upset?”
“I didn’t notice. He just seemed to be in a hell of a hurry.”
“Did he have a car outside?”
May shook her head.
“No one ever parks outside. If they have a car they leave it at the parking lot down the street.”
Donovan got to his feet.
“Okay. Keep your eyes open, and if you see this guy again, call headquarters. Understand?”
It was just after ten o’clock when Donovan walked into Fay’s sittingroom again.
Doc Summerfield had gone. Adams sat in an armchair, a cigarette between his thin lips, his eyes closed.
Fletcher and Holtby were working in the bedroom.