Hidden Moon

6

We walked down the path in silence; the car with the security men was gone but there was a note on my windshield. I crumpled it up and threw it away. That bastard didn’t even acknowledge my presence, and he’s leaving me notes?

Boswell looked at me over the top of the car before he got in. “Whew.” He shook his head. “Warn me next time, would you?”

“You mean the war story? That was nothing,” I said. “You should see the ones without legs.”

He pointed at the wad of paper I’d thrown on the ground. “Aren’t you going to read that note?”

“Why bother? It’s from that guy who was standing in the road. He didn’t look very busy. What do you think he was doing?”

“Keeping an eye on us?”

It occurred to me that Boswell might have hit on something. Han might just have been keeping track of where the two of us were. Well, if SSD-or whoever he worked for-had enough manpower to toss around like that, let them choke on it.

“Me, most probably,” I said. “I think I’ve seen him around. He’s from a different section altogether. The paperwork will never get to our office. He won’t file it, anyway. Too much trouble.”

“What about those two uniformed guys up the path?”

I shrugged. “They were probably sent to watch the one in the road.”

“You’re kidding.”

I grinned. “Yeah. Get in. Let’s not stand here all the dooh-da day.”

Boswell looked surprised. “Where the hell did you learn that, Inspector? Did you know it’s from an old American song?”

“I know where it’s from. I have a degree from the University of Karaoke. You ever heard ‘Red River Valley’? Very sad song, some people tear up, especially when they’ve had a lot to drink. I can sing it on the way back.”

The superintendent shook his head. “Perhaps another time, Inspector. I’m not in the mood for a sad tune right now.”