Self's Murder
““Where did you get my number?” My number has been unlisted for five years.
“I know it’s Sunday morning, but I must insist that you drop by my office. You can park inside the gate, that way it’ll be …” He broke off. I already knew the game well enough: Welker would start talking, the receiver would then be covered, and suddenly Samarin would be on the line. “We’ll be expecting you around noon. Twelve o’clock.”
“How do I get inside the gate?”
He hesitated. “Ring three times.”
So that was that as far as catching up on my sleep was concerned, or getting some rest, cooking, reading, or playing chess. I filled the tub, sprinkled some rosemary into the water, and got in. Turbo appeared, and I irritated him with a few well-aimed drops. Some water on the thumb, flicked off with the index finger: with a little training you can become quite a champion. And I have many years of training behind me.
Why did I hesitate about how to handle my client’s money laundering? I didn’t really have much of a choice.
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