“In Reno.”
“Then what?”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Let’s not talk about it. Another guy beat my time.”
I felt Bertha Cool’s eyes staring at me. Kleinsmidt said, “Who’s the guy this time?”
“Man by the name of Hazen.”
“The one who identified the stiff?”
“That’s him.”
“He didn’t look like such a lady’s man to me.”
I said, “I made the same mistake, Lieutenant.”
He said, “I think I’ll do a little checking on that, Lam.”