the sister mystery (part thirty-five)

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"When we get there," my employer said, "Christy and I will go in. Ron, you will wait in the car with your father."

"Why?" she demanded. "Are you going to arrest him?"

My employer laughed. "We're not in u-town now. I can't arrest anybody. No, I need to find out his work hours and where he lives, so we can catch him on our side of the river. I have no authority here, so my only way of getting information is to intimidate them because I'm a public figure."

Ron frowned, not completely understanding that my employer's ability to bamboozle people as a noted reporter and amateur detective was going to be somewhat diminished if her daughter was there also.

The car pulled up in front of the hotel and I got out to go around and open the door for my employer, steadying her as she climbed out onto the sidewalk.

Christy came around, and my employer straightened her tie and said, "Let's go."

I got back into the car and sat next to Ron, who was still looking vexed. I thought this was because she had been left out of the excitement, but she had other things on her mind.

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