Yes, sir. The devil! Mason exclaimed. They pulled up in front of Stones house half an hour later, and Stone got out. It was nearly four a.m. when Devine rolled over in his bed and coughed. Then he coughed again, harder. The next moment he couldnt catch his breath. The missions not finished yet. Devine tensed.Yeah, she did. Sara Ewes. Did I mention that every BMW motorcycle Ive ever seen was black? I walked up the first flight of stairs; then I crossed the landing and had started up the second flight of stairs when I saw the body of Mr. Lutts lying there. Lutts cleared his throat and tried another tack. Stone got out his own weapon, opened the car door, and ran for it. It took him longer than he would have liked to get out his key and open the door. He closed it behind him and took a couple of deep breaths before he went upstairs to bed. Yes, sir. All I wanted to do was to read it. I knew George Alder was having a big party tonight and I know his house pretty well. I thought I could get in there while the guests were at dinner, go to Georges study, get the bottle from his desk, read the letter, and see what was in it. Not so much as youd think. Theres a lot of road rage out there. These days, you could probably get yourself shot inside of half an hour, even if by the wrong shooter. Devine knocked on Tapshaws door. Hey, its Travis. Did you eat today, Jill? The dating world of Hummingbird wants to know. I know this must be quite a shock to you both. The whole firm is reeling. Mason said,If anything really important should turn up, ring up the Drake Detective Agency thats a detective agency that has offices in the same building as mine and on the same floor. Theyre just to the right of the elevator as you leave the elevator. You ask for Paul Drake, and hell know how to get a message to me, but don’t call unless it’s something very important, and don’t let anyone stampede you into talking. They may try all sorts of tricks, but don’t let them get away with it. What are you doing here, Travis? she demanded. You remember Abby, Mike. The secretary was about thirty and he sat behind a desk with nothing on it other than a console telephone and a pad and pencil. Every so often the phone would hum softly, he would pick it up, listen, sayyes or “no, make a note on his pad, and hang up. It looked like a very soft job for someone who was at least six foot two and weighed about 175 pounds, all of it apparently big bone and hard muscle. They think you have the recorder..