It was three-thirty when I walked into the cigar shop in the Mansion House Hotel and asked for a packet of cigarettes. Kathy gave me the smile that she kept for customers. You didn't take long," she said, passing me the packet. "It's serious," I told her. re you ready for this?' She looked past my head, her eyes cool and empty. "I'm ready," she said. tYou get half the money,' I said. "Peeler's dead. He was bumped off in his bed. Kathy's eyes moved a little, and a white line showed around her mouth. That was all. "Listen,' I said. 'Don't say anything until I've finished. Somebody burned his feet with an electric iron. I think he probably died quickly and didn't say very much When went there, I didn't believe this story, but now I'm not so sure. If he told them anything, we're finished, and so is Sype, if I don't find him first. If he didn't, there's still time." Kathy looked towards the hotel door. Her face was white. What do do?" she said very quietly. I dropped her keys into a box of cigars. In a moment her long fingers had taken them and hidden them. "When you get home, you find him. You don't know