"You've been in San Diego? Which of the torrid numbers in the little black book is there?" he asked in his most sardonic voice. "Therese. A lovely girl," I said. "And as sweet as a coral snake." "I must hear about her sometime. But for the time being, business. Have you made any progress?" "I have the name and description of a member of Moose's gang. His name's Jake Hoyle." "We can run a check on him in law enforcement files, but that route didn't give us much on Moose. The research people checked with the FBI and ran computer searches on the name Edward Jones. Nothing. A rundown on the basis of the sketchy description you gave us got the same results." "I'm not surprised. The man's apparently very good at his trade. So good he's probably never been apprehended by the law. There's no telling how many unsolved heist jobs across the country were his work." "Well, N3, what next?" I told him about the attack on me at the motel and the information I'd forced out of Marco Valante's lieutenant.
