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43

Fleeced

Jack Reilly woke up and looked at his watch. Theyd be landing in London in a couple of hours. Inside the passenger section of the plane, most of the lights were turned out. Around him peoples heads were lolling in various positions as they dozed.

I wonder how Regan is, he thought. If its not too late in New York when we land, Ill give her a call. For some reason, he didnt feel good about her staying in that apartment in the Settlers Club. And I made light of it to her, he thought.

Sighing, he reached under the seat for his briefcase. He pulled out the materials about the case hed be working on with Scotland Yard. A suspected murderer had been apprehended in London. The British inspectors had him in custody and had searched his flat. Inside theyd found subway maps and pictures of New York, along with various phone numbers. Jacks buddy was the detective superintendent at Scotland Yard.

We need you to come over and take a look at this stuff. See if it means anything to you, Ian Welch had said on the phone.

Jack was glad to help Welch, but he wished the timing had been better. Oh well, he thought. Ill be back on Sunday.

But as much as he tried, he couldnt stop the nagging feeling that Regan shouldnt be staying in that apartment alone.


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