Adams gulped, saw that the boss was sincere and started to turn away. Jim halted him.
"After that, go down to police headquarters and see what you can dig up on George Lardner."
Puffy's chin stiffened.
"It'll be dirt," he said. "This boy Lardner comes from an old line of dirty wash. He's the heel of the family shoe."
Jim Drake nodded.
"That's what I figure," he agreed. "But I want all the facts."
Adams pivoted, took one look at the imposing granite building in which he was about to trust his tender body and with a shake of his head mounted the long flight of steps.
Jim Drake stepped hard on the accelerator and sped away toward Wildwood Zoo.
