Orchid Blues (Holly Barker 2)

"Yeah?" Harry's sleepy voice answered.

"It's Holly. Did you call me?"

"No."

"Then Ham did."

Harry was suddenly wide awake. "Tell me."

"Nothing to tell. As soon as I answered, he punched off."

"He has the phone," Harry said, a note of triumph in his voice.

"He has it, but he apparently is having trouble finding a way to use it."

"They've got to be watching him like a hawk," Harry said. "What time is it?"

"Ten-thirty or so."

"You still with Chip?"

"Yes, and the president is not in town."

"Thank God for that," Harry said. "Call me if you hear from Ham again."

"Will do." She closed the phone, but she didn't put it back in the bag. Instead, she left it on the table near her hand.

"What's up?" Chip asked.

"Nothing, apparently."

"Who's Ham?"

"My father. I've been hoping he'd call."

"Was that Harry you called?"

"Yes."

"And he hopes to hear from your father, too?"

"Yes."

"This is all about some operation of Harry's, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"And you can't tell me about it?" "No," she said. "Not even if I beg?" "No, not yet."

He poured more wine in her glass. "You trying to get me drunk, Chip?"

"I'm already drunk," he replied, "so you must be, too."

"I can't tell you about it."

"Finish your wine," he said. "Think of all those winos out on the streets with nothing to drink, and there you are wasting it."