Sixty-three“No! No! Don’t let them take him!”
Misty clutched at her husband’s arm, appealing to Hector de Vile. “They can’t take him!”
Hector knocked back a second shot of whiskey and scowled.
They were back in the Mays’ Folsom Street sitting room, but after the rout at the police station this morning, Cyrus was no longer holding an empty pistol on him.
De Vile was the man now in control, and Cyrus a fugitive wanted for murder. Or would be, once the cops realized he’d gone on the run.
For Cyrus was plainly guilty of Bully’s murder. De Vile hadn’t been surprised to learn that the last time he’d been here and inadvertently eavesdropped on the damning conversation between the two of them. Misty hadn’t been as discreet about her liaison with Bully as she thought she’d been—de Vile had alr
