Inspector Herlehy was sitting on the well-worn leather couch that occupied almost the full length of one wall of his office when the door opened and the uniformed clerk ushered Johnny Liddell in. The inspector looked bleary-eyed, his thick white hair showed the effect of constant raking with his fingers.
He greeted Liddell, turned to the clerk. “Get us a couple of coffees in here, will you, Ray?”
When the clerk had left and closed the door behind him, Herlehy indicated a chair. “What’s on your mind, Johnny?”
“I just got back from Carport, Inspector. Thought there were a couple of things I’d like to talk over with you.” He paused for a second. “And Sergeant Ryan.”
Herlehy walked over to his desk chair, dropped heavily into it. “The boys out there treat you all right?”
Liddell nodded. “
