Sublime

“His name was Horatio Brown. A throwback,” I said, smiling at the memory. “The type who kept a bottle of whiskey in his desk. Smoked three packs a day. Would occasionally flip through a thick file of his favorite dirty photos that he’d snapped on the job. Believed, as a physical rule of the universe, that every client was lying to him. In that,

Harvey and Rita Cooper, having recently been found in their basement shot to death. Rudy said that so far it was looking a lot like a murder-suicide, with the wife doing the honors, but that was NYPD’s problem.