"I guess not. I'll have the stake-out on the house lifted right away." "Don't forget the guy on the gate," I prodded. "Him, too," Greer said, "You got anything special in mind? No—don't tell me, I got enough troubles, already!" "O.K.," I said. "So long, Lieutenant." He let me get past him into the corridor, then his right hand clamped painfully onto my elbow. "I knew it had to be a pipe dream," I said. "So you're just a sadist, huh?" "There's one little thing you forgot," he said. "Fix it, and you can get the hell out of here as fast as you like." "What Uttle thing was that?'* He extended his hand, palm up, under my nose. "Five bucks," he said coldly. "Remember?" en I RUSHED OUT INTO THE WONDERFUL FREE AIR IN THE street. On the way back to the hotel I stopped at a car rental agency, produced the right credit card, and drove the rest of the way in a convertible. Back in my hotel room I put a call through to the office and spoke with Fran Jordan.
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