“About time you called,” Anita said. “A lot’s been going on here.” Schultz didn’t bother to say that a lot had been going on with him, too. He was back in St. Louis, although not at his home. He was staying in a flophouse downtown where questions evaporated at the sight of cash. It wasn’t one of the nicer places he’d stayed in, but at least the sheets and towels he paid extra for had actually been laundered since their last use. That alone elevated the place to the top rank in its category. “First let me tell you that Julia is okay,” Anita said. “She’s in Florida with her friend, and nothing threatening has happened there. It took a few phone calls, but I even talked with her on the phone. By the way, Cassie says hello to Burpy.” “That’s a load off my mind. Thanks.” “You know about Rheinhardt, don’t you?” “I do now.” He didn’t mention that he’d learned about it while holding someone at gunpoint. “Have you heard about the bombing last night?”
