DETECTIVE PEECE STRAIGHTENED away from the car as they approached, reaching up to pull a pair of black-lensed aviator sunglasses off his face. “What the hell are you doing, Hinks? You’re supposed to be investigating the Muldane murder case, not digging around in the cold ashes of old cases.” The short, balding cop was built like a fire plug and, with his stunted, round nose and wide set brown eyes looked a bit like a bull dog.
Only not nearly as cute.
The Honeybun brothers hung back as Bud approached the other detective, a silent wall of support. Bud stopped in front of Peece, leaning into the other man’s airspace. “What exactly is your problem with Detective Muldane, Peece?”
“I got a problem with cop killers. Don’t you?”
Bud shook his head, looking at the ground as anger made his puls
