The Matter of the Vanishing Greyhound
Golden Gate Disappearing Greyhound Bus Caper
Steven Levi
Master of the Impossible Crime
Chapter 23
“What does Sandersonville, North Carolina, have to do with the San Francisco Police?” That was Rasperson’s first question as he poured himself into the back of the Rent-a-Clunker and was sitting on the timber slats of the cargo hold, his jeans scraping on the broken knot holes whenever he shifted his weight.
“Let’s just say I was invited,” Noonan replied. “What are you doing here?”
Rasperson looked at Noonan for a moment and then arrogantly dug into his pocket and pulled out a notebook and a battered chewed 19 cent plastic ball-point. “What’s it to you?”
“Look, Rasperson,” Smith reached back from the passenger’s seat and flicked Rasperson’s notebook closed with the fingers of her right hand. “What we have here is known as a moment of cooperation. Now, if you want to play the hard-nosed reporter, I’ll run your butt downtown on an Obstruction of Justice charge and let you sit in a cell for 48 hours, just long enough for this story to finish. On the other hand, if you want to cooperate with us until this is over then you’ll get a great story, pick up another inside contact at the Police Department and get a bird’s eye view of the biggest law and order bust in San Francisco since the Great Graft Trials.”
Rasperson looked at Smith and then at Noonan. Noonan just shook his head, “I’m just a visitor to your fair city, son, but I’m sure she can run your behind in for suspicion of something, even if it isn’t obstruction of justice.”
Rasperson put his notebook away. “OK. What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” said Noonan. “Let’s start with the moment you first heard of the robbery.”
