18
Benji
“Nope, never seen him before,” the man said gruffly. He shut the door in my face.
I growled and slammed my fist against my thigh. Then, realizing I was crumbling the paper in my hand into an unusable mess, I relaxed and smoothed it out. I plucked the pen from my pocket and scratched off another name from the list.
I was painfully aware that going down all the John Robinisons in the phone book was an idiotic way of doing things, but I didn’t have any other ideas that struck me as particularly brilliant. Half a dozen down and not a single one of the bastards had ever even seen the man in the photograph that Ivan’s guy had given me. There were only a couple more, and then I would be back to square one.
Dina hadn’t been much use. I’d stopped by her place first, on the off chance
