Chapter 112: Visitors - Klempner

KLEMPNER

Stanton calls by again, with another thick wallet of documents. “How are you doing, Larry? Feeling any better?”

“Well enough to be bored. Not well enough to do anything useful for more than half an hour.” I wave vaguely at the boxes of files already stacked by the bed. “I keep trying to work through them, but my concentration’s blown.”

“It’s to be expected, especially with a head injury. The doctors assure me you’re on the mend.” He sets the wallet on top of the stack. “For when you’re ready. If I were you, I’d enjoy the rest while you can.”

“Perhaps you’re right.” I lie still, exhausted simply by the short conversation. “From the shattering silence on the subject, I assume you’ve not found Harkness?”

“No, we have nothing solid at all. We do have a spate of suspicious attacks. Including a murder. We’re following up on those.”

“What? More hookers?” My fatigue evaporates and I struggle into a sitting position. “You didn't say…”