think he bought that, do you?â asked Marg.
âI think itâll take about fifteen minutes for him to round up a couple of blue bruisers and be standing right here.â I dialed up the number Wendy had given me for State Police Detective Archer Flynt. They told me to wait, and I got a series of clicks.
âFlynt,â a voice growled.
âArchie, my man. Whatâs the haps?â
âWho is this?â
âArt Hardin. My wife called and said you left a card.â
âWhere are you?â
âMy office. I think youâve been here.â
âStay there,â he said. âI need to talk to you.â
âYou brought the beef trust along just for a chat?â
âYouâll find out when I get there.â
âLook,â I said. âIâve got shit to do. Iâll be in and out. Iâm going down to the Kentwood PD. I might be back by the time you get here.â
âHow do you figure?â
âYouâre parked in front of my house. Itâs about forty-five minutes to get here. Trafficâs not too bad this time of day.â
âJust stay right there.â
âI have to tag up with Detective Van Huis or heâs gone till Monday.â
âHe call you?â
âStopped by this morning. My secretary left me a note. Van Huis wants me to come down right now.â I looked at my watchâeleven minutes.
âYeah,â said Flynt. âJust wait at his office. I asked him to look you up.â
âWhatâs this about?â
âTell you when I get there.â
âLike I said, Detective, Iâve got a busy day here. If you canât tell me what this is about, call my attorney. Peter Finney. Heâs in the book.â
Flynt hung up.
âIf youâre going to scram,â said Marg, âyou better get your hat.â
âOne more call, and Iâm out of here,â I said. âKaren was arrested this morning. She went back to her house, but the Wyoming Police still had it sealed as a crime scene. I have to try to get her loose and me to Pete Finneyâs office before I get scooped up. Anyway, youâre off the hook with Van Huis.â I looked at my watch. Nine minutes.
The Wyoming Police passed my call around until I got Ryan Kope. He said they were working closely with the FBI on Karenâs case. âI have a couple of questions you may be able to help us with,â he said. âI have a Rotary meeting at noon, but my calendar is open until then.â
âThanks, but I have to go down to Kentwood on another matter,â I said. âI just need to know if you have Karen Smith so I can call her attorney.â
âYouâll have to talk to the FBI. They sent someone to pick her up.â
I looked at my watch again. Eight minutes.
âThanks,â I said.
âReally,â said Kope, âI can help you out with this. This could all work out better than you think.â
âMaybe, when Iâm done at Kentwood,â I said. âWhereâs your Rotary meeting?â
âBeltline Bar,â said Kope. âThe foodâs great. Be there at one, and Iâll buy you a cup of coffee. We can bury the hatchet.â
âSure,â I said, and my mind flashed to the scene in the original
Stagecoach
movie where a cowboy peeks into the back of a covered wagon and turns around to reveal a tomahawk buried in his forehead. âIf Iâm done at Kentwood,â I told him.
âGreat,â said Kope. âSee you there.â I heard him chuckle as he hung up the phone.
Seven minutes.
I scooped up the radios and shrugged into my jacket while I headed for the door. Marg sat, spreading her lunch on her deskâdiet soda, turkey sandwich, and carrot sticks. I dropped a radio in her in-box.
Marg glowered at the radio and said, âWhy not take your cell phone?â
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