I don’t know what to do. Been waiting a day or two here for a letter or a phone call or a telegram from Markie and just plain nothing. I even went to the train station after our Browns game yesterday and cooled my heels for a few hours waiting for the next express from Chicago. I was even wondering if he got off in Gary or somewhere else by accident.
Then I just found this under my door at the Leland:
NOW THAT WE ARE CLOSE TO YOU, LISTEN GOOD HANK. MEET ME THIS SATURDAY IN CLEVELAND WITH FIFTY THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS AND “MARKIE” WILL BE HANDED TO YOU. IF YOU DON’T COME THROUGH OR YOU CONTACT THE POLICE YOUR YOUNG FREUND WILL BE FOUND DEAD IN THE LAKE ERIE. I AM NOT THE KIDDING ONE THIS TIME. I WILL GET YOU MORE INSTRUCTIONS THEN.
ROLF “STEIN” GRUND
Isn’t this the same guy you met in New York two months ago? That stinkin animal! You HAVE to go the cops, right? How will he even know if you do?
I don’t know, but can I even take that chance? I think I have to come through with the cash! It’s a kid’s life at stake here. Maybe if I can break Ruth’s record before then the reporters will lay off and I can get away to meet this creep.
You’re nuts. If anything there’s gonna be MORE reporters on you. Let me think about this for a day or two while you concentrate on those Brownie meatballs.