The Matter of the Vanishing Greyhound
Golden Gate Disappearing Greyhound Bus Caper
Steven Levi
Master of the Impossible Crime
Chapter 17
Lt. Archibald Wu – Arch to his friends – picked up the body of the telephone and dragged it to a free desk in the back corner of the Property room. It really wasn’t necessary because Wu shared the office with no one, but being sequestered in a corner gave him the feeling of being more private than in the center of the room.
“Where is he?” John’s voice was as distinctive to Wu as it had been with the hostages.
“Midtown, Chinatown. I don’t know exactly where.”
“How long has he been there?”
“At least an hour. He appears to be walking around, not using a car.”
“Stay on him. We don’t want the old man messing anything up at the last minute. Keep a bead on him.”
“Not a problem. Hopkins?”
“Poison now. Be ready to travel.”
“Had my bags packed for a decade.” The phone went dead.
