““Bernadine Press,” a pleasant female voice answered after the first ring. “Is Mr.…Bernadine in, please?” I asked. I would normally have assumed Bernadine Press was just a generic name, but Tunderew had referred to the publisher as “Bernadine,” so… “Senior or Junior?” There are two of them? “Senior, please.” I hoped I sounded as though I had known all along. “May I tell him who’s calling?” “My name is Hardesty. Dick Hardesty.” “And may I ask what company you are with?” “Hardesty Investigations.”... “One moment, Mr. Hardesty.” There was a click and then the sounds of Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons.” Well, the place has class, I decided. A moment later, another click and a male voice, “Donald Bernadine.” I introduced myself as a private investigator and explained that I would like to speak with him about one of his authors, Tony T. Tunderew. I didn’t mention I was working for Tunderew. I could do that later. “I do not discuss our professional associations,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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