"Where'd you get that diamond?" I
asked the man.
"I bought it from Neiman Debar, a
jewel dealer. I paid 5000; I know it's worth more. That's why I came here. I had
no idea it was hot."
"Do you know where he is now?"
"He has an office on the corner of
Calvin and Hobbes. I imagine he would be there."
I walked through the dusty streets. I
saw the building and went in. I found the office and went in.
"May I help you?" he asked.
"I have a question about a diamond." I slipped him the picture. "Where can I find
it?"
"I already sold it. To John Cretin."
"I thought it was owned by the Levin's."
"It was. I bought it from them."
"Word on the street says it's hot."
"What do you want, Buck?"
"My name's Bullet."
"You're Tracer Bullet, the private eye, aren't you?"
"So they say."
"Get out!"
"My concise and my pocket book won't let me."
The thug snapped his fingers. I heard a rustling behind
me. 3 brutes with Tommy guns were behind me. Being on floor 2, I dove through
the window.
-To be continued-