interest. Loneshark extended his investigation to the attached garage. Mick retrieved a few more prints that were identical to the ones from the house except for one. The covert agent discovered a single odd forefinger impression on the button that raised the garage door. Loneshark was about to leave when he spied a small cylindrical container that had evidently been dropped and rolled under a set of utility shelves. The detective swept the pill bottle out with a broom. The label was partially scratched off the container. Its date and prescription number were missing as well as the names of the drug and the patient. The name of a doctor and the name and address of a Boston clinic were visible on the remaining portion of the label. That empty, dusty item seemed to have no connection to the case whatsoever, but Loneshark slipped the bottle into his shirt pocket to reexamine later. Mick locked the house as he exited. Loneshark climbed the hill to the cabin, stashed the newly acquired, potential evidence, and returned to the bank. He encountered Mr. Indigence in the break room and verified that Shirley had provided a key.
"Our gracious vice president has arranged for you and me to work with him and Mr. Sweeper at the newlyweds' house for the next couple of days . . . on the clock," Clint announced contentedly. "To show my appreciation, I invited those two gentlemen to dine with us at the cabin tonight. They're coming at seven. I'm going to the store on the way home. Um . . ." Indigence hesitated with a slightly embarrassed squint. "Can you loan me twenty until payday?" Mick smiled and pulled two twenties from his pocket. "No! I – "
"It's not a loan. I'll gladly pay my share for an extravagant diner at La Casa de Clint's."
"In that case, I believe tonight's cabin special can be upgraded from meatloaf to steak!"
"That's great! I've noticed that particular dish of yours is far more loaf than meat."
"You always drown yours in ketchup anyway!"
"Well . . . ketchup is a vegetable."
Clint cringed. "You're baiting me, but I won't bite. I haven't the time right now for a discussion about the most callous answer ever given by a president."
Loneshark smirked, went through the door, and took the elevator to the second floor. Mick knocked on Shirley's door frame again. Mrs. Teller looked up and smiled. "Can you arrange for me to rent a car?"
"I can now. We had no such services last year." Mick sat down and they went through the paperwork. "When do you want the car, Mick?"
"From Friday until Monday."
"Are you going out of the valley?"
"Yes, I'll be gone all weekend."
"You're not coming to the wedding?"
"Weddings scare me."
