If she had a tail, it would be lashing back and forth. Pluto came to mind and I wished he were with me. His interrogation techniques were simple and to the point. Claw first, and bring the suspect to her knees. Completely efficient. Too bad I couldn’t wring her scrawny neck until she squawked. I was in no mood to play patty-cake with the historian. “Good of you to drop by,” Olive said. I wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk off her face, preferably with a Brillo pad and Red Devil lye. “Where’s Graf?” “I should think you’d ask how you can get me released. You are my employee, after all.” “In case you’ve forgotten, you haven’t paid me a penny. There isn’t enough money in Fort Knox to get me to work for you. The fact that Tinkie and I even considered taking your case makes me question our sanity.” “Good to know, but I don’t believe a word.” A grin stretched her lips. “You might not like it, but I suspect you’ll work for information. Especially information about a certain actor.”
