The Case Of The Poisoned Eclairs: A Masao Masuto Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
George Denton asked Masuto. “Not unless you make it for yourself. I’m not a vice cop. Now I have to use a telephone.” “Sure—sure, Sergeant. Use this one right here.” Masuto dialed Laura Crombie’s number. It was busy. He dialed it again. Busy. He was becoming increasingly nervous, increasingly irritated. Couples were coming into the restaurant now, an occasional single woman, an occasional single man. The women were good-looking, the men well-dressed, middle-aged. An open menu told him that the least expensive entree was twelve dollars. He dialed again. Beckman answered. “Masao—thank God! We been turning the town upside down for you.” “What happened?” “Mitzie’s gone.” Masuto controlled an impulse to explode with anger. “All right,” he said evenly. “Tell me exactly what happened, short and quick.” “She got a call from someone said he was Wainwright, and he said he was calling for you, and she was to meet you.” “Where?” “I don’t know. All the ladies know is that it was a bar.”
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