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ack hopped the A train down to 23rd, then walked over to the address of the Gerhard Agency. As Christy had said, a mail drop. Jack used a number of them himself, in Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Queens, but this one was new to him.
He peeked through the window of box 624—Gerhard's "suite" number—and found it crammed with mail. Too bad this wasn't the drop Jack used a few blocks from here. He was sure he could wheedle a look at Gerhard's mail from Kevin, the guy who ran that place. But here, knowing nobody, he wouldn't even try.
His cell started to ring. He smiled as he pulled it from his pocket.
Mr. Gerhard, I presume.
But no. Abe's voice came through instead.
"I just called the hospital. Doctor Buhmann is awake and speaking. Shall we pay a visit?"
Oh, yeah. He had a few questions he wanted to ask the good professor.