"Hi, Jeff," McKenna greeted him, as Rand got out of his car and came
across the road. "This is Gus Olsen, investigator for the D.A.'s office.
Jeff Rand; Tri-State Agency," he introduced.
"Hey!" Olsen yelled. "We been lookin' for you! Where you been?"
Rand raised an eyebrow at McKenna.
"You just came from where we're going," the State Police sergeant
surmised. "Was Gresham at home?"
"He was; he's gone now," Rand said. "He and another man are going to help
me check up on what's missing from the Fleming collection."
"Hey!" Olsen exploded. "What I told you, now; he run ahead of us with a
tip-off! Gresham's skipped out, now!"
"What is all this?" Rand wanted to know. "What's he screaming about,
Mick?"
"Like he don't know!" Olsen vociferated. "He tipped off Gresham so's he
could skip out; I'll bet he's in it with Gresham!"
"Pay no attention," McKenna advised. "He doesn't know what the score is;
hell, he doesn't even know what teams are playing."
"Now you look here!" Olsen bawled. "We'll see what Mr. Farnsworth has to
say about this. You're supposed to cooperate with us, not go fraternizin'
with a lot of suspects. Why, it's plain as anything; him and Gresham's
in it together. I bet that was why he come around, the first thing in the
morning, to find the body!"
Kavaalen, behind the wheel, turned around and began jabbering at Olsen,
in the back seat, in something that sounded like Swedish.
Pages:
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175