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“Who else?”
He rises fast out of his chair and starts pacing behind his desk while slurs come tumbling out of his mouth.
I feel like I should say something to dispute his theory. The McGregors think the Quinns killed Canon. The Quinns think the McGregors killed Doogan in retaliation. Neither wants to admit it. If someone was begging for a mob war, then surely someone would step up and take responsibility, but they’re both silent. No one wants to take credit for killing a cop, I guess.
There’s a third party behind the scenes somewhere, someone in-the-know enough to nail the whole thing on me — Daniel Quinn’s most trusted truck driver, apparently.
I don’t say a word of this out loud. The more I talk, the longer I’ll have to be here.
Seriously. Fuck this mob bullshit.
Finally, Daniel stalls out by his chair. “Where’s the truck?” he asks.
“It was impounded,” I say. “I’ll go pick it up in the morning.”
“Why not now?”
“Because I’m covered in jail stank right now, and I’d kinda like to go home and soak in a bubble bath.”
He nods with understanding. “All right. Take the night off. Get the truck back onto the street tomorrow afternoon. Gotta keep things looking as normal as possible or else we’ll be in TBD Town for good.”
I bite my tongue, thinking about Morgan’s threat. I can either find out who killed Canon or I can run a food truck — but I’m not sure I can do both.
“Will do,” I say. “Hey, sir…”
Daniel sits down again. “What?”
“Just to reiterate. Y’all didn’t kill Canon?”
He speaks quickly. “No. Why? Cops say something to you?”
“No. No, sir. They’re as curious as you are.”
He lets out a grunt and waves me away. I stand up and make wide, fast strides toward the door.
“Hey, Milo.”
I pause in the open doorway. “Yes?”
“If you’re going for a soak, I deeply recommend Chi brand bath powder. Makes your balls smell like roses. You can get it at Harry’s down the street.”
I blink slowly. What the hell is with people and my balls today?
“Thank you very much, sir,” I say. “I’ll look into it.”
He gives me a thumbs up.
CHAPTER 13
ANNA
Milo Murray is Charlotte’s father.
Cute dimples and all.
I can’t believe I didn’t see it the second I looked at him. It’s so obvious now. I see him in her right now, just sitting there scribbling on the pages of her coloring book. Thin cheeks. Sparks of deep blue in her brown eyes.
My chest aches. How can I look at her the same again?
