Chapter Forty Six
The hotel room phone rang as Johnny read an article in the Washington Post about a man, Lindsay Koenig, being found dead in his Maryland home by the cleaner. There were no suspicious circumstances, and an autopsy was to be carried out.
He lifted the receiver and answered. “Yes?”
“Mr Duncan, its Clara in reception. I have a call for you–a Miss Blakely.”
“Okay, put her through please.”
There was a click and then Karen Blakely said: “Mr Duncan?”
“Miss Blakely.”
“All this has gone far enough; we need to talk.”
Panic setting in now her associates out of the way, he thought.
“Very well, but I don’t trust you!”
“I give you my word that there will be no more…actions. You can choose the meeting place.”
“Okay.”