“I’m detective Kaltenbrunner and this is Detective Yezhov.”
“Any relation?” I asked.
Detective Kaltenbrunner’s long hound-dog face got an angry look. His beady brown eyes studied me for a second.
“My uncle.” He spat in a very irritated tone of voice. “But we’re not here to talk about my family history we’re here to talk about where you got that large amount of Lebanese hashish.”