“Oh, I don’t know. Something you said over the telephone.”
“Nuts. You knew he wasn’t going to show up. Where did he go?”
“I don’t know.”
“He didn’t take that San Francisco plane out of Reno. He just disappeared into thin air.”
I stretched, yawned, and said, “When do we entertain Lieutenant Kleinsmidt?”
“He’s on his way up now.”
Knuckles pounded on the door. I opened it, and Kleinsmidt walked in.
“You,” he said.
“That’s right.”
“Quite a heel you turned out to be.”