11 ~ A Evening on the Phone

THE JOURNAL OF FRANCIS LEVERKUHN

I fetched the card that Sheriff Herrington had given me, half hoping that it had disappeared from my wallet, but it was there. I flipped it over; there was the number he didn’t want me to share with Irwin. I dialed it.

He answered before the third ring. “Where are you?”

“In my room on the tenth floor.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

“We have a secure line then. What’s happ…