Sykes was still in the office, going through the files on his desk, trying to catch up on the paperwork. More than just being ordinarily cantankerous and argumentative, the latest departmental staff cuts had removed whatever humanistic tendencies he had left.
The phone on his desk rang and he glared at it. Would he answer it? It could only mean trouble.
He shook his head and picked up the receiver. “Sykes.”
“Walthenson? What the hell are you doing calling me at this hour of the night?”
His tone made Harry think twice about telling him the news. Then he considered the consequences if he didn’t. “I've got another body for you."
"Another body? What are you on about?"
"In the Jones case. It's Joseph's brother, Al. I just happened to trip over him."
"What? Where? he barked.
"In the basement of the Outtel Finance Company."
"And what the hell are you doing there?"
"I was left here with the body. Someone belted me over the head when I was talking to him in the parking station opposite their office block."
"A likely story. Don't you move. I’ll be there in five minutes."
As Harry replaced the receiver he had the distinct impression Sykes didn't believe him. Harry’s first instinct was to run, but now Sykes knew he was involved.
It was then Harry Realized the woman had not followed him up from the basement.
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