Rendezvous IIChapter 30
Karen I wheedled ... Hairy slipped me two straps ... I bounced into the “tower” and said, “Receipt ... serial numbers ... for everything.” “I knew you were going to be more trouble than you are worth.” “You’re an accountant. You demand solid numbers. That’s what I want.” It wasn’t enough that he was willing to take the boxes at their word ... no ... the covers had to come off, the numbers checked, if they matched ... great ... if they didn’t ... out with the original logbooks and hunt...