17
“I’m seeing a side of you I had no idea existed,” Iain told me as we rode in a taxi back to Lonna’s apartment.
“What can I say? Death threats and kidnappings tend to bring out the best in me.”
The police had beaten us back to Lonna’s apartment. They didn’t indicate that they’d heard we walked out on the detective. Two members of the bomb squad checked the apartment, then my car, and declared them to be clear.
“Doctor Fisher, Doctor McPherson.” The voice was Galbraith’s. He slammed the door of his antique black sedan and hurried up the stairs in front of the apartment. “The police just contacted me and told me what happened.”
“We’re getting out of here, Galbraith,” I said. “Someone’s after us.”
“It appears so. I wanted to tell you I did find those papers of your grandfather’s we di
