The plain-clothes man grinned, and said. “That’s a break. I’m on my way. I had a date to take the wife and kid to the beach, and I’ve been in the dog house ever since I phoned her you’d staked me out up here.”
“Okay, get out of the dog house,” Sellers told him, and took me out to the police car.
This time we went to a parking lot.
Sellers said to the man who ran the place, “Dover Fulton keep a space by the month, huh?”
“That’s right.”
“His car in here last night?”
“It was yesterday afternoon. Say, that’s too bad about him. I had no idea he was in that deep.”
Sellers paid no attention. “What about the car? Who got it, Fulton?”
The man shook his head.
“Come over here and take a look at the guy with me,” Sellers said. “Get out, Lam.”