Dr. Leonard Paschelke’s home was hidden in a small grove of young redwoods a hundred feet off the road. His office was in the basement rec room and was a lot like the man himself: large, rumpled, and comfortable. Books lined the walls; a stack of well-thumbed medical journals held down a corner o...
The night clerk was a little too prim and uncooperative. “I don’t know, sir. We don’t ordinarily rent rooms to people without baggage.” “It’s only for one night. I … haven’t any other place to stay.” The clerk’s eyebrows arched slightly and Tanner guessed what the man was thinking. He could try t...