popped a couple in his mouth before putting the packet away. “Do you have any idea how the press are going to bite into this one?” he said, minty breath wafting in the air. “It’ll make the Phil Spector and Robert Blake cases look like goddamn picnics.”
“Do you think the police are planning on arresting Ralph Maestro?” I asked curiously.
“Not if I have anything to do with it,” he answered, full of his usual unshakable confidence. “There is absolutely no evidence Ralph did it, none at all.”
Did he? I was dying to ask. But I refrained from doing so. Sometimes you learn more by saying nothing.
Justine Dare Justine Davis