'I've thought of that. But what if he finds something? Think about it. What if we know for sure that the house is bugged? What then? What if he breaks one of the bugs? Then whoever put them there will know that we know, and that could be dangerous.' 'You're right. Anyway, you're hardly home for me to talk to. They'll only hear me talking to myself a lot these days.'
Chapter 11
A Professional Job
A day or two after Christmas, Eddie Lomax was called out on an urgent job. A man calling himself Al Kilbury said that his wife was about to meet a man in a hotel in south Memphis and that he needed Lomax to take photographs. He tempted him with an offer of generous payment. They drove to the hotel together and waited in the car park. Another man silently opened the back door of the car and put three bullets into the back of Lomax's head. It was a professional job. The killer and the man calling himself Al Kilbury left together.
♦ Mitch found the bar near the airport where Tammy had asked him to meet her. He looked again at the letter she had pinned to the back door of his house: 'Dear Mr McDeere, Please meet me at Ernie's Bar on Winchester Avenue late tonight. It's about Eddie Lomax. Very important. Tammy Hemphill, his secretary.' Tammy arrived soon after he had ordered a beer. 'Thanks for coming,' she said. 'What's the matter?' She looked round. 'We need to talk, but not here.' 'Where do you suggest?' 'Why don't we drive around? We'll take my car.' 28
