CHAPTER 6THE MOST SLY AND CRUEL WEAPON
AS TUCK reached the outer door of the office of the Homicide Squad, he heard his own name mentioned.
“If Tuck is going to get all the genteel cases, Gufferty,” Brigit Estees’ deep warm voice was saying, “why, then I want to go along with.”
“Genteel? What’s genteel about murder?”
“What I mean,” pursued Brigit’s voice, “if you’ve decided he’s a white blackbird, why, so am I, on account of wearing a skirt instead of pants. So I want to go along with.”
“Are you accusing me of favoritism?” asked Gufferty of everyone in the Los Angeles City Hall.
“Lord love you, no,” said Brigit mildly. “But maybe you know a good man when you see one, and maybe I do too. So how about it?”
“No,” said Gufferty in his cross, furry voice.
At this moment Tuck became awar
