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“Put a hot rush on it,” I said “And Ca strikes you as weird or out of place, call me”

“I sure will”

I walked back to Conklin’s car, thinking that even if Campbell found a notebook with actual hand-lettered instructions on how to blow up Sci-Tron, Grant would still be not guilty Double jeopardy applied

Still I needed to know if he had done it

Conklin buzzed down hisand said, “Ready?”

“I’ll follow you”

I got into as, and o car lengths behind Conklin as we headed out

CHAPTER 56

CARY WOODHOUSE LIVED in Parkside on Twenty-Fourth Avenue The house was of the tiled-roof Mediterranean style that had been popular in the 1930s, and along with the similar homes on this street, it looked fresh and well tended

Conklin pulled into Woodhouse’s driveway behind a boxy, dark-colored Land Rover I double-parked on the street, and Conklin and I put on our Kevlar vests and our SFPD Windbreakers over theether

I rang the bell, and in a minute the door opened

The guy in the dooras barrel chested, wearing a blue plaid flannel shirt and baggy cords, standing six feet tall in his bedroom slippers He had a Bud in his hand

I introduced myself and Conklin, asked if he was Mr Cary Woodhouse

“Yes What’s this about?”

Conklin said, “We’d like to ask you a couple of questions, sir Better if we come inside”