“Look, just who are you? A cop?” she asked, getting nervous.
I shook my head, “I’m not a cop and my name isn’t important. I think your life may be in danger.”
She laughed, “My life? I’ve got a feeling it’s your life that’s going to be in danger. You have no idea what you’ve stumbled into, do you?”
“Do you know the whereabouts of Annie Albert or Connie Graves?”
She got up to grab the phone. It was clear she wasn’t phoning down for a bottle of champagne.
I lunged for her, snatching away the receiver from her hand…