The Night Stalker

One Hundred and Three

Whitney Myers checked her watch before answering her cell phone after the third ring.

‘Whitney, I’ve got some information for you,’ Leighton Morris said in his usual overexcited voice. Morris was another of Myers’ LAPD contacts, who she called upon every now and then when she needed inside information.

‘I’m listening.’

‘That detective you asked me to keep an eye out for, Robert Hunter. .?’

‘Yeah, what about him?’

‘He boarded a plane early this morning.’

‘A plane? Where to?’

‘Healdsburg in Sonoma County.’

‘Sonoma County? What the hell? Why?’

‘That I don’t know. But it’s certainly something to do with the case he’s investigating at the moment, which by the way, is very hush-hush.’

‘He left this morning, you said?’

‘That’s right, and he just booked a return ticket for this afternoon.’ There was a brief pause. ‘Actually, he should be boarding pretty soon.’

Myers checked her watch again. ‘Into LAX?’

‘You got it.’

‘Do you have the flight details?’

‘Right here.’

‘OK, text them to me.’

She disconnected and waited.