Y is for Yesterday (Kinsey Millhone, #25)

by Sue Grafton

Lehmann,

just moved in.” “That’s right. Five or six weeks ago. I met her that first day and the two of us hit it off,” he said. “How do you know her? I didn’t have a chance to ask you earlier.” I gave him a brief rundown of my dealings with Phyllis and my bitter acquaintance with her ex. “Now Ned has transportation, so who knows where he’s gone?” “Her car is too conspicuous to drive more than a day. He’ll dump it first chance he gets. Altman said he’d make sure the information is in the pipeline. And not just Perdido PD. County sheriff’s office and California Highway Patrol.” “Ned’s slippery. I don’t know where he’s holing up, but he’s managed to make himself scarce. We canvassed motels down here and picked

bowl with

thought the traffic jam must be the result of an accident ahead,

departing vehicle

When he paused