He realizes, too late, he’s programmed the man’s name into his address book under “Baldy.” Who the hell will he ask for if the number connects him to dispatch? “Detective Granger,” Baldy answers. At least one of my problems is actually getting solved today. “This is Blake Henderson.” “Good evening, Blake Henderson.” “Forgive me for asking this, but I don’t suppose there’s any chance I could talk to Jane Percival?” “None whatsoever,” the detective answers flatly. “OK . . . Well, can’t blame a guy for trying.” The silence on the other end startles Blake. He knew it was an inappropriate request, but he didn’t expect the detective to be quite this offended. “Blake . . .” “Yes sir?” “Get to a TV or a computer or something.”
