Oh, four.

Johnny Dollar.

Lieutenant Calmervin, Mr. Dollar, State Highway Police.

They relayed your call to me.

Good.

I was just checking in, Lieutenant.

You said to keep in touch in case I left civilization.

Well, you haven't left it far.

I recognize the number.

Oh?

You're a Jake's Bar and Grill on a Nogallis Highway.

Yep. You didn't need a uranium hunter's outfit to go prospecting in that little nugget.

Well, I'm going up into the Santa Rita Mountains around Primrose Camp.

You're playing a hunch if you got a lead?

Well, both.

But at the moment, it's more hunch than lead.

I just wanted you to know where to start looking in case I disappear. Look, Mr. Dollar, I've got every man on the force out now looking for that gang of killers

and a hundred thousand dollar payroll they stole.

If I have to add you to the list, that's about all I'll need.

Relax, Lieutenant.

If things work out, you may find us together.

Tonight and every weekday night, Bob Bailey in the transcribed adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account,

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