PEECE SAT ACROSS THE table from Bud, his gaze hostile. He’d listened without comment as Ms. Carter told him about Georgia Minnick. He still hadn’t said anything in the minutes since Bud had the woman escorted out and then filled him in on what he and the Honeybuns suspected.
Bud had no idea if he’d made a dent in the other detective’s suspicions or not. “Say something, Peece.”
The bulldog aspect of Peece’s wide, flat face had never been more apparent than it was in that moment. His small, dark eyes narrowed. “What do you want me to say? I still don’t see the connection between a case from three years ago and the murder of four cops last week.”
Bud struggled with a response. His secret knowledge painted him into a corner. If only he could tell Peece that Brita was exhibiting the same sym
