She gave a little laugh. “There wasn’t anything to confiscate. I talked to a very courteous gentleman named Blackstone. He thought a figure of five thousand might be about right, as a fee for restoring their stolen property. I didn’t. I asked for ten, and I got it.”

  “Angel!” Shayne exploded. “You mean you—”

  “You have to expect me to pick up a few things after working in the same office with you all these years.”

  “Come here,” he said after a moment.

  “Now Michael,” she exclaimed. “The doctor was very explicit. You aren’t supposed to have any excitement. No, Michael. You’re still very weak. Michael! Michael!”

 

 

  Brett Halliday, Target_Mike Shayne

 

 

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