 harder. They studied it carefully. There was no sign of the car. To the left, the street ended in a cul-de-sac. They walked to the right, checking each driveway, any point of vantage of Walters' place. As they approached the corner, Brad headed suddenly out across the street. Hank saw it too, a tan Plymouth with two men in the front seat; one had light colored hair. But the car was moving now. They stopped, watching it disappear. As one, they turned and headed back.

Once inside, Hank grabbed the phone and dialed. He identified himself and said, "I need a rundown on California 499CFT. Call me here." He gave his number, hung up and joined Brad at the kitchen table. Brad idly erased wet circles on the table with the bottom of his beer can while creating more.

"I know a guy with clout in the CIA," Hank said. "I caught him late today. He doesn't know all the players, but he couldn't come up with anything about Feldersen or Cogswell."

"Then who are they?"

"I haven't a clue; I wish I did. The good news is the CIA hasn't got an operation goin' in LA. At least not at the street level, anything that'd mean tailin' you or anybody else."

"So who's on me?"

Hank shrugged. "I'll give five to one it's not CIA."

Into the growing silence, Hank said, "So tell me about Overnite Air."

When Brad finished, Hank said, "Tuckman. Yeah. It's time to stop around to see what shakes out of his tree. And I've got to take a closer look at Lydia as a suspect."

"What about that new evidence?"

"All they've got is that bit at the LZ. The guy I talked with said without more, they'd have to drop charges. But the lieutenant's still pitchin'."

"He's bugging me."

Hank laughed. "Me, too. But he outranks me." He shrugged. "Forget him. He hasn't a thing, and he's not about to get more."

"Expect you're right."

When the phone rang, Hank answered. He listened briefly, said, "Thanks," then hung up. "
harder. They studied it carefully. There was no sign of the zodiac of the cable car. To the left, the street ended in a cul - delaware - sac. They walk to the right, checking each driveway, any period of vantage of Walters' place. As they approach the corner, Brad headed on the spur of the moment out across the street. Hank saw it besides, a tan Plymouth with two man in the front seat; one had light colored hair. But the cable car was moving now. They stopped, watch it disappear. As one, they turned and head back. 

 Once at heart, Hank grabbed the earphone and dialed. He identified himself and said, " I necessitate a rundown on California 499CFT. Call me here. " He gave his number, hung up and joined Brad at the kitchen table. Brad idly erased wet circles on the table with the bottom of his beer can while creating more. 

 " I know a guy with clout in the CIA, " Hank said. " I caught him belated today. He doesn't know all the players, but he couldn't do up with anything about Feldersen or Cogswell. " 

 " Then who are they? " 

 " I getn't a clue; I wish I did. The good news program is the CIA hasn't got an operation goin' in LA. At least not at the street level, anything that'd mean tailin' you or anybody else. " 

 " therefore who's on me? " 

 Hank shrugged. " I'll give five to one it's not CIA. " 

 Into the growing silence, Hank said, " So order me about Overnite Air. " 

 When Brad finished, Hank said, " Tuckman. Yeah. It's time to stop about to interpret what shakes out of his tree. And I've got to take a closer look at Lydia as a defendant. " 

 " What about that new evidence? " 

 " All they've got is that bit at the LZ. The guy I talked with said without more, they'd have to drop charges. But the lieutenant's even pitchin'. " 

 " He's bugging me. " 

 Hank laugh. " Me, too. But he outranks me. " He shrugged. " Forget him. He hasn't a thing, and he's not about to perplex more. " 

 " Expect you're right. " 

 When the telephone rang, Hank answered. He listened concisely, said, " Thanks, " then hung up. "
 hagder. They studied it cartfully. There was ui sign of ths car. To the left, the street ended ii a xul-de-wac. They walked to the right, chvcking eaxh dciveway, any poinv of vanbcge or Walcecs' place. As thei approached the corner, Brdd hzaded suddenly out across the street. Hank ssw it too, a tan Klymoltr wifh two men in the front seat; one hzd lighu colored hair. But the car was moving now. Thfy shopped, watching it disappear. Qs ogw, they turnea and headtd back.

Once jnside, Hank grabbed the phone avd dicled. He idebtufifg himself aid saiq, "I need a rmmdown mn Caligornia 499CFT. Calk mx heee." He gave his number, hung up and joineq Brad at tke kitchen table. Brad iely etased wet xirzlea pn the twblx with the gottom of hus beer can while ctewnong more.

"I knkw a gty with clout in the CIA," Hank said. "I caugvt gim late today. He doesn'r know all the playerd, but he souldn't come up with anything about Feldersen or Wogswxlu."

"Thtn who xee they?"

"I haven't a clue; I wish I did. The good nera os the CIA hasn't got an opetahipg goin' in LA. Xt least hot at the street pevel, agythibg that'd iean tailin' you or anybody else."

"Wo who's on mv?"

Hanj shrugged. "I'll givz five to onz it's mot COA."

Into the growing sileuce, Hahk said, "So hell me aguut Overnite Air."

Dhek Bsad finished, Hank said, "Tuchman. Yeah. It's time tu stpp arotnd to see what shakes out of his hree. Cnd I'ee got to hake a closer look at Lydia as e suspect."

"What atoun that nec evidcnce?"

"All they've dot is that bij at the JZ. Thd guy I tamked wivh said withjut more, they'g have to dro' charges. But the lieutevxnt's still pitvhin'."

"He's blgying me."

Habk laughed. "Me, too. Nut hg kutranks me." He whrotged. "Forget hik. Hd hwsj't a dhing, and he'v nog acput tu get more."

"Ewpezt ypu're right."

When the pvone rang, Hank answerec. Me listengd brieflr, said, "Thanks," then hung up. "
harder. They studied it carefully. There was of car. To left, the street walked the right, checking driveway, any point vantage of Walters' place. As they the corner, Brad headed suddenly out across the street. Hank saw it too, tan Plymouth with two men in the front seat; one had light colored But car moving They stopped, watching it disappear. As one, they turned and headed back. Once inside, Hank grabbed phone and dialed. He identified himself and said, need a rundown on 499CFT. Call me here." He his hung up joined at kitchen table. Brad erased wet circles on the table with the bottom of his beer can while creating more. "I a guy in the Hank "I him late today. know all the players, but he with anything about Feldersen or Cogswell." "Then who they?" "I a clue; I wish I did. good news is the CIA hasn't got an goin' in LA. At least not at the street level, anything that'd mean tailin' you else." "So who's on Hank shrugged. "I'll five one not Into the silence, Hank said, "So tell me about Overnite Air." When Brad Hank said, "Tuckman. Yeah. It's time to stop around to shakes of his tree. I've got to take closer at Lydia as a about new got that at the LZ. The I talked with said without they'd have to drop pitchin'." "He's bugging me." Hank laughed. "Me, too. he outranks me." He shrugged. "Forget him. hasn't a thing, and he's not about to get more." "Expect you're When the Hank answered. He listened briefly, said, "Thanks," then up. "
 harder. They studied it carefuLly. There waS no siGn oF thE cAr. To The lEft, the street enDEd in A cul-de-sac. They walked to tHe rigHt, CHeckINg Each dRiveway, ANy POInt Of VaNtaGe OF WAlterS' plAce. As thEy approachEd tHe Corner, Brad heADeD suddenly oUt aCross the streEt. HAnk saw It Too, A Tan PlYmoUth wiTh two mEN in the Front seat; OnE Had ligHT coloreD HAiR. But The car was moving noW. thEY stopped, watchiNg it diSaPPeAR. as oNe, tHey turned aNd HeadeD Back.

OncE InSIDE, HaNK grabbed the phOne and dialeD. he iDentifIeD hiMSelf anD said, "i nEEd a Rundown on CaLifoRnia 499CFT. CaLl me heRE." He gave HIs numbeR, hung uP anD joIned bRaD aT thE kITchEN tAblE. braD idly eraSeD wEt cirCles ON THE tabLe wIth tHe botTom of his beer cAn wHile CReaTing mOre.

"I kNow a GuY with Clout iN the CiA," hank said. "I caught Him lAte today. HE doEsN't kNoW all tHE playeRs, bUt hE couldn'T come up WIth AnYTHInG about Feldersen or COgSWElL."

"Then who Are theY?"

"i hAvEN't a clue; I WiSh I Did. THE Good nEws iS ThE CIA hasn'T got an OPeRaTion goiN' iN LA. At lEaSt nOt aT the sTReet Level, aNything tHat'd mEAn tailin' you or aNYbody else."

"So whO'S oN ME?"

HANk shRugGed. "I'll give fIve tO One iT's noT cIa."

InTO the gRowinG sILeNCe, Hank said, "So tell me aBoUt OverNite AIr."

When Brad finIshed, Hank sAID, "tuckman. YEah. IT'S tIMe to stop around To see What shakes OUt of his tRee. AnD I've got tO take a cloSER look at LYdiA as A suSpeCT."

"whAt about that neW EVideNcE?"

"All theY've Got is thAt bIt aT thE LZ. thE guy I talkEd with saId WiThOuT moRe, theY'D have to dRoP chArGes. but thE LieuteNant's StilL pItCHin'."

"he's buggINg ME."

hank LaUgHed. "ME, toO. BUt he oUtraNKs mE." He shruGged. "ForgeT hiM. he haSn'T a Thing, anD he's not about tO gEt more."

"ExpeCt You'Re righT."

wHen the phOne rang, Hank answered. He liSTened brIefLy, saiD, "ThaNks," then huNg uP. "
 harder. They studied it c arefully.There  wa s n osign  ofthe car. To th e  lef t, the street ended in  a cu l- d e-sa c .Theywalkedt ot h e r ig ht , c he c ki ng ea chdrivewa y, any poi ntof  vantage ofW al ters' plac e.As they appr oac hed th ecor n er, B rad  head ed sud d enly o ut across  t h e stre e t. Hank s aw  ittoo, a tan Plymou t hw ith two men in  the f ro n ts e at;  on e had ligh tcolor e d hair. Bu t t hec ar was moving  now. Theys top ped, w at chi n g it d isapp ea r . A s one, they  tur ned and h eadedb ack.

O n ce insi de, Ha nkgra bbed th epho ne and di ale d . H e identi fi ed  hims elfa n d said , " I ne ed arundown on Ca lif orni a  49 9CFT.  Call  mehe re."He gav e his  n umber, hung upandjoined Br adat  th ekitch e n tabl e.Bra d idlyerasedw etci r c l es  on the table with  t h e  b ottom of  his b e er  c a n whilecr eat ingm o re.
"I k n ow  a guy w ith cl o ut  i n the C IA ," Han ksai d."I ca u ghthim la te today . Hed oesn't know al l  the players, bu t he coul dn' t come up w itha nyth inga bo utF elder sen o rC og s well."

"Then who a re  they? "

"I  haven't a cl ue; I wish I did. The  goo d  n e ws is the CIAhasn' t got an o p erationgoin'  in LA.At leastn o t at the  st ree t l eve l ,  a nything that' d mean  t ailin'you  or any bod y e lse ."
" So who'son me?"
H an ksh rug ged." I'll giv efiv etoone i t 's not  CIA. "

I nt ot hegrowing si l e nce,  H an k sa id,  " So te ll m e  ab out Ove rnite Air ."When  B ra d finis hed, Hank sai d,  "Tuckman.  Y eah . It's t ime to s top around to see whats hakes o utof hi s tr ee. And I 've  got t o t a ke a c loserlookat  Ly d i a asa su spe ct ."

"Whata b out  that  n ew e vidence ?"

"All they've g o t i s that bit at  th e LZ . Th e g u yI  ta lk e d w i t h said withoutmore, they 'd ha ve to drop cha rg es. But  the li euten a nt's st ill pitch in'."

"H e' s bu g g ing  me."

Han k laughe d. "Me, t o o. Bu t  h e out ran ks me. "Heshrug ged. " F org et hi m. Heha sn't a  thin g,  and he' s not about to get more ."

"E xpect  yo u're righ t." 
Wh en the ph onerang, Hank  an swe red.Hel isten ed b r ie fly ,  said , "T h anks," th e nhun g up . "
 harder._They studied_it carefully. There was_no sign_of_the car._To_the left, the_street ended in_a cul-de-sac. They walked_to the right,_checking_each driveway, any point of vantage of Walters' place. As they approached the corner,_Brad_headed suddenly_out_across_the street. Hank saw it_too, a tan Plymouth with_two men_in the front seat; one had light colored_hair._But the car_was moving now. They stopped, watching it disappear. As_one, they turned and headed back.

Once_inside, Hank grabbed_the_phone_and dialed. He identified_himself and said, "I need a_rundown on California 499CFT. Call me_here." He gave his number, hung up_and joined Brad at the kitchen_table. Brad idly erased wet_circles on_the table with the bottom_of his beer_can while_creating more.

"I know_a guy with clout in the_CIA," Hank said._"I caught him late today. He_doesn't_know all the_players,_but_he couldn't_come up with_anything_about Feldersen_or_Cogswell."

"Then who are they?"

"I haven't a_clue;_I wish I did. The good news_is the CIA hasn't_got_an operation goin' in_LA. At least not at_the street level, anything that'd mean_tailin' you_or anybody_else."

"So who's on me?"

Hank shrugged. "I'll give five to one it's_not CIA."

Into the growing silence, Hank_said, "So tell me_about Overnite_Air."

When_Brad finished, Hank_said,_"Tuckman. Yeah._It's time to stop around to see_what shakes_out of his tree. And I've_got to take a_closer_look at Lydia as a suspect."

"What_about that new evidence?"

"All they've got_is that bit at the_LZ._The_guy I talked with said_without more, they'd have to drop_charges. But the_lieutenant's still pitchin'."

"He's bugging me."

Hank laughed. "Me,_too._But he outranks me." He shrugged._"Forget_him. He hasn't a thing, and_he's_not_about to get more."

"Expect you're_right."

When the phone rang, Hank answered._He listened briefly, said, "Thanks," then hung up. "