The Case of the One-Penny Orange: a Masao Masuto Mystery (Book Two)
“He had gone a whole day without meditation, without being quiet and trying to know who he was and where he was; and his weariness was due more to that than to lack of sleep. Then he opened a drawer of his desk and took out the two account books he had taken from Gaycheck’s desk. He went through the small book, half hoping he would not find it. More than anything, he wanted to abandon it now, forget, go home and soak in a hot tub and listen to Kati’s quiet talk, as she told him, detail for detail, what their children had done that day.
But it was there — Lucille Bettner — the same name that Holmbey had given him, with the address and the telephone number. He picked up the phone and dialed.
“Hello? Who is this?” The voice was soft, almost quavering, with just the faintest trace of an English accent.
“My name is Detective Sergeant Masao Masuto. I am chief of homicide at the Beverly Hills Police Department. I would very much appreciate it if you could spare me a few minutes of your time.”
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