I decided to screw Muriel at Sentinel Monitoring, figuratively, and drive out to Doctor Death’s mansion. On the way there I picked up a pay-as-you-go phone. It was navy blue with shiny chrome-like trim, you had to fold it open to talk on it. Folded up the thing was about the size of a pack of matches. I told the kid at the counter I’d left my identification at home, slipped him a five, then paid ten bucks in advance for twenty cents a minute calls. The kid, all of sixteen, didn’t blink. I’d the feeling it was probably a pretty standard transaction. It was a good forty minute drive, mostly on four lane freeway after rush hour, before I got to Minnetonka where all the swells lived. The shades were still drawn on Doctor Death’s second floor and I pulled in and parked in the circular drive. It looked like the light might still be on in the corner room, but I couldn’t really be sure in the mid-day sun. Now there were three newspapers at the front door, the past three days of the Minneapolis Star.
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