Larry said, “You have anything more, Hans?”
“I'm afraid that's about it.”
“All right,” Larry said. He added absently, “Thanks, Hans.”
“Thank me some day with deeds, not with words,” the German chuckled.
Larry Woolford looked at his watch and grimaced. He was either going to get going now or forget about doing any fishing in Florida this afternoon.
Grudgingly, he dialed the phone company's Personal Service and said to the impossibly cheerful blonde who answered, “Where can I find Professor Peter Voss who teaches over at the University in Baltimore? I don't want to talk with him, just want to know where he'll be an hour from now.”
While waiting for his information, he dressed, deciding inwardly that he hated his job, the department in which he was employed, the Boss and Greater Washington. On top of that, he hated himself. He'd already been taken off this assignment, why couldn't he leave it lay?
The blonde rang him back. Professor Peter Voss was at home. He had no classes today. She gave him the address.
Larry Woolford raised his car from his auto-bungalow in the Brandywine suburb and headed northwest at a high level for the old Baltimore section of the city.