I TAP AT THE DOOR OF the apartment I’ve assigned to Klempner while he’s working on his case with the police...
And perhaps on others to come...
Another knock: “Larry? It’s Richard and James.”
A few seconds, the clip of footsteps and the door opens. Klempner’s brows rise as he stands back to admit us. “You hardly have to knock. It’s your building.”
“And your private space.”
James offers the corkboard tucked under his arm. “Brought this up for you.”
Klempner’s lips twitch. “Needed two of you for that, did it?” Taking the board from James, he jerks his head inside. “You’d better come in.”
Klempner’s private space is bland enough. The apartment is designed as guest accommodation for visitors. Small, but well fitted out, the living area looks over the City. Doors lead to a kitchenette an
