What they needed, he said, was to have a look at Barthelme's financial records. 'Think you'd be able to take care of that?'
Gorski started at him blankly. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach. 'It might be tricky to get a warrant,' he said.
Lambert tucked his chin into his chest. 'Georges, that's the sort of thing I'd expect from one of the college boys. You're in with the widow. I'm sure you can charm her a little?'
Gorksi lit a cigarette. Lambert's view of him was correct. He was a plodder, a provincial plodder. And now, when against his better instincts he had followed a hunch, he had found himself drawn into a situation he wanted no part of. He should never have called Lambert in the first place ...