One Shoe GumshoeChapter 16 Body
I MISSED my time slot at the public telephone box around the corner from my office on Friday night, due to my debrief with Bob Cummings, so my father’s old fob watch informed me. I wondered if I had missed a call from Mary. It was ten minutes past dinner time by the time I was dropped off by the police car at my digs at Mrs McPherson’s lodging house, but she managed to rustle up something, no doubt to avoid rebating any of my weekly rent, which included a limited amount for laundry and daily...