Sublime

“What kind of foul play?” “That was no accident that killed Martin. That was murder.” “If so, it’s the first of a kind.” “Let him finish,” Henderson said. “There’s more.”

Warren Burr lying about whether he knew Jonathan Gold (I try to avoid my husband’s associates, Susan Burr had said). Dr. Blake lying about whether his father was club president. (How could that possibly matter?) And of course Someone, or several Someones, lying about being at home the last two nights. Who was in Room 312? Who was in the hall just

You may not be a romantic, but as a private detective I’m more or less obligated to be one. Of the hard-nosed-exterior type, of course.

Freddy got a brown paper sack from the closet and dropped the holstered .38, the badge, and ID holder into it, along with the sap. He now possessed a cop’s license to steal, and the equipment to go with it. He added the handcuffs to the sack and put Hoke’s $18 on top of the dresser. He then put five $20 bills on top of the $18; it would help to