Owls Don't Blink

by Fair A.

Chapter Twenty-Two

I didn’t have time to bury the agency car. I simply drove it into a parking lot near the Palm View Hotel and left it.

I went into the hotel, found the bell captain, and pulled a couple of dollars from my pocket.

“Something I can do for you?” he asked.

“I want about two dollars’ worth of information.”

“Shoot.”

“Sometime early this afternoon a woman who was registered here as Edna Cutler checked out.”

“Lots of women check out.”

“You’ll remember this one because she’s brunette and has a figure.”

“I seem to remember her checking in. I don’t remember her checking out.”