 Feldersen slid slowly off the sink and crumpled to the floor. Without a look at the unconscious man, he left the restroom and walked back to the elevators. He waited only a minute for a ride down.

On the street, he turned north. He stretched his stride; moving eased the tension. What in the hell was he into now? The questions tumbled over one another, unanswered. The least of his troubles was pounding on a federal officer. It wasn't until Josie tapped the horn that he noticed her car beside him. When he got in; she moved easily into the flow of traffic.

"What is it?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the traffic.

"They want me for killing Lydia."

"Oh, my God! Who managed that bit of nonsense?"

"Don't know," he sighed, still trying to ease the tension in his shoulders. The pain in his back was minor, but it was there. He leaned forward, reached back and examined the wound with his fingers. It felt all right, and the scab was unbroken.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded. "Maybe a drink?"

She chose The Office on Roscoe. Only a few customers lingered over lunch. He walked to the phone, dropped in a quarter and dialed.

"Detectives. Sgt. Walters."

"Just got the good news."

"Give me your number."

Brad gave it.

"Give me three minutes." Hank hung up abruptly.

Brad picked up the phone on the first sound of a ring. "Why this?"

"Too many people can hear my end upstairs."

"So?"

"So Sgt. Broadmore's got a witness. Just wandered in off the street. Claims she saw you goin' into Lydia's place."

"What time?"

"A little after three-thirty."

"Did she see a car backed up to the front door?"

"It wasn't mentioned. She only claimed she saw you."

"What about the pool guy? He saw the car."

"I know. I'm going to talk to Broadmore about that."

"What about motive, Hank? Doesn't Broadmore need one?"

"He knows she stole your folk's place in divorce court. He figures it's
Feldersen slid slowly off the sink and crumpled to the floor. Without a expression at the unconscious valet, he left the restroom and walked back to the elevator. He waited only a moment for a ride down. 

 On the street, he turned north. He load his stride; moving still the tension. What in the hell was he into immediately? The doubt tumbled over one another, unanswered. The least of his trouble was pounding on a federal military officer. It wasn't until Josie tapped the horn that he noticed her cable car beside him. When he got in; she moved well into the flow of dealings. 

 " What is it? " she asked, keeping her eyes on the traffic. 

 " They want me for killing Lydia. " 

 " Oh, my God! Who wield that bit of nonsense? " 

 " Don't know, " he sighed, still trying to ease the tension in his shoulders. The pain in his back was minor, but it was there. He leaned forward, reached back and examined the wound with his fingers. It felt wholly correct, and the scab was unbroken. 

 " Are you all right? " 

 He nod. " possibly a drink? " 

 She chose The Office on Roscoe. Only a few customers lingered over lunch. He walked to the phone, dropped in a one-fourth and dialed. 

 " Detectives. Sgt. Walters. " 

 " Just got the good news. " 

 " render me your number. " 

 Brad gave it. 

 " Give me three minutes. " Hank hung up abruptly. 

 Brad picked up the telephone on the first sound of a ring. " Why this? " 

 " Too many people can learn my end upstairs. " 

 " So? " 

 " So Sgt. Broadmore's get a witness. Just wandered in off the street. claim she saw you goin' into Lydia's seat. " 

 " What time? " 

 " A little after three - thirty. " 

 " Did she attend a car back up to the front door? " 

 " It wasn't mention. She only claim she saw you. " 

 " What about the pool guy? He see the car. " 

 " I sleep together. I'm going to talk to Broadmore about that. " 

 " What about motive, Hank? Doesn't Broadmore need one? " 

 " He knows she stole your folk's place in divorce court. He calculate it's
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"What is it?" shc askxd, kweping her eyes on thx traffic.

"They want mg for killhny Lydia."

"Oh, my God! Who nabaged thad big of nohsxnss?"

"Don't nnox," he sighed, still tryibg to ease the tensoog in his shoulsers. Tre pain in his back was minor, but it was uhere. He leaned forward, reacyed back and examined the wounq with his fingers. It felt all right, and the scab was nncrojek.

"Are tok okay?"

He nodded. "Maybe a drink?"

She chose The Ofsjct ok Roscoe. Only a new customers lingrrfd jver lunch. He walkeb tk the phone, droppef in a zuartwr and diwled.

"Cetectives. Sgt. Walters."

"Just tot the good bews."

"Give me your nbmber."

Brad gare it.

"Gove mr three minutes." Hank huug up zbruptly.

Braf picked ho the phone on tfe nirvt sound of a ring. "Why thif?"

"Too many peo'le can fear my enq upstairs."

"Do?"

"So Sgt. Broadmore's got w wituess. Bust wandeged in off the street. Claims shx saw you goim' hntm Lydia's placc."

"What time?"

"A litele after threg-thirty."

"Dib she ree a car gacked np to the frjnt door?"

"It wavj't mentioned. She onlr clqimee she sxd you."

"What abouy the pool guy? He sqw the car."

"I know. I'k gujng to talk to Yxoqdmore about thst."

"Wfat ahont moehve, Hank? Doevn't Croxcmore need one?"

"He ynowx she stole your foln's pmace in divorce coirb. He figutes it's
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On tHe street, he TurNeD north. He streTChEd his stridE; moVing eased the TenSion. WhAt In tHE hell Was He intO now? ThE QuestiOns tumbleD oVEr one aNOther, unANSwEred. the least of his trouBLeS Was pounding on a FederaL oFFiCER. It WasN't until JosIe TappeD The horn THaT HE NotICed her car besiDe him. When he GOt iN; she moVeD eaSIly intO the fLoW Of tRaffic.

"What iS it?" sHe asked, keEping hER eyes on THe traffIc.

"They WanT me For kILlInG LyDiA."

"oh, mY goD! WhO ManAged that BiT oF nonsEnse?"

"dON'T Know," He sIgheD, stilL trying to ease The TensIOn iN his sHouldErs. THe Pain iN his baCk was MiNor, but it was therE. He lEaned forwArd, ReAchEd Back aND examiNed The Wound wiTh his fiNGerS. IT FELt All right, and the scab WaS UNbRoken.

"Are You okaY?"

he NoDDed. "Maybe A dRinK?"

She CHOse ThE OffICe On Roscoe. only a fEW cUsTomers lInGered oVeR luNch. he walKEd to The phoNe, droppeD in a qUArter and dialed.

"dEtectives. Sgt. WALtERS."

"JUSt goT thE good news."

"GiVe me YOur nUmbeR."

brAd gAVe it.

"GIve me ThREe MInutes." Hank hung up abrUpTly.

BraD pickEd up the phone oN the first sOUND of a ring. "why tHIs?"

"tOo many people caN hear My end upstaIRs."

"So?"

"So SgT. BroaDmore's goT a witness. jUSt wanderEd iN ofF thE stREEt. claims she saw yOU Goin' InTo Lydia'S plAce."

"What TimE?"

"A lIttLe aFtEr three-thIrty."

"Did sHe SeE a CaR baCked uP To the froNt DooR?"

"IT waSn't meNTioned. she onLy clAiMeD She Saw you."

"WHAt ABOut tHe PoOl guY? He SaW the cAr."

"I kNOw. I'M going tO talk to BrOadMOre aBoUt That."

"WhaT about motive, HAnK? Doesn't BroAdMorE need oNE?"

"he knows sHe stole your folk's place in DIvorce cOurT. He fiGureS it's
 Feldersen slid slowly off  the sinkand c rum ple dto t he f loor. Withouta  loo k at the unconscious m an, h el eftt he  rest room an d  w a l ked  b ac k t ot he  elev ato rs. Hewaited onl y a  m inute for ar id e down.

O n t he street, h e t urnedno rth .  He s tre tched  his s t ride;moving ea se d  the t e nsion.W h at  inthe hell was he i n to now? The quest ions t um b le d ove r o ne another ,unans w ered. T h el e a sto f his trouble s was pound i ngon a f ed era l  offic er. I tw asn 't until Jo sietapped th e horn that he noticed  her c arbes ideh im .Whe nh e g o tin; she  moved e as il y int o th e f l ow o f t raff ic.
"What is it?"  sh e as k ed,  keep ing h er e ye s onthe tr affic .
"They want meforkilling L ydi a. "
"O h, my God! W homan aged th at bito f n on s e n se ?"

"Don't know,"he s ig hed, sti ll try i ng  t o  ease th eten sion i n his  sho u ld ers. The  paini nhi s backwa s mino r,  bu t i t was ther e. Heleaned f orwar d , reached back and examinedt he w ou n d wi thhis fingers . It felt  all ri ght ,  andthe s ca b  w a s unbroken.

"Are y ou  okay? "

He  nodded. "May be a drink ? " 
She cho se T h eO ffice on Rosco e. On ly a few c u stomerslinge red over  lunch. H e walked t o t hepho ne, d ro pped in a qua r t er a nd  dialed .
"Detect ive s.Sgt . W al ters."

" Just got  t he  g oo d n ews." 
"Give m eyou rnum ber." 
Bradgaveit.
" Gi v e m e three mi n u tes. "Ha nk h ung  u p abr uptl y .
Brad pi cked up t hep hone  o nthe fir st sound of a  r ing. "Whyth is? "

"To o many peo ple can hear my end ups t airs."
"S o?"
"SoSgt. Broa dmo re's g ota  witne ss. Ju st wa nd ere d in of f th e s tr eet. Claim s she  sawyo u go in' int o Lydia's place.""Wh at time?"

"A  li ttle a ft ert hr e e-t hi r ty. " 
"Did she see a  car backe du pto the fro n t d oo r?"

"I t wasn' t men t ioned.She onlyclaimed s he  saw y ou. "

"What a bout the  pool guy ?  He s a wthe c ar. "

"Ikn ow.  I'mgoingt o t alk t o Broa dm ore ab out t ha t."

"Wh at about motive, Hank?Doesn' t Bro adm ore needone ? "
"He knows  she  stole you r f olk 's pl ace in di vorc e  c our t . Hefigu r es it's
 Feldersen_slid slowly_off the sink and_crumpled to_the_floor. Without_a_look at the_unconscious man, he_left the restroom and_walked back to_the_elevators. He waited only a minute for a ride down.

On the street, he turned_north._He stretched_his_stride;_moving eased the tension. What_in the hell was he_into now?_The questions tumbled over one another, unanswered. The_least_of his troubles_was pounding on a federal officer. It wasn't until_Josie tapped the horn that he_noticed her car_beside_him._When he got in;_she moved easily into the flow_of traffic.

"What is it?" she asked,_keeping her eyes on the traffic.

"They want_me for killing Lydia."

"Oh, my God!_Who managed that bit of_nonsense?"

"Don't know,"_he sighed, still trying to_ease the tension_in his_shoulders. The pain_in his back was minor, but_it was there._He leaned forward, reached back and_examined_the wound with_his_fingers._It felt_all right, and_the_scab was_unbroken.

"Are_you okay?"

He nodded. "Maybe a drink?"

She_chose_The Office on Roscoe. Only a few_customers lingered over lunch._He_walked to the phone,_dropped in a quarter and_dialed.

"Detectives. Sgt. Walters."

"Just got the good_news."

"Give me_your number."

Brad_gave it.

"Give me three minutes." Hank hung up abruptly.

Brad picked up_the phone on the first sound_of a ring. "Why_this?"

"Too many_people_can hear my_end_upstairs."

"So?"

"So Sgt._Broadmore's got a witness. Just wandered in_off the_street. Claims she saw you goin'_into Lydia's place."

"What time?"

"A_little_after three-thirty."

"Did she see a car_backed up to the front door?"

"It_wasn't mentioned. She only claimed_she_saw_you."

"What about the pool guy?_He saw the car."

"I know. I'm_going to talk_to Broadmore about that."

"What about motive, Hank?_Doesn't_Broadmore need one?"

"He knows she stole_your_folk's place in divorce court. He_figures_it's