CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Avery sat in her car, door open and one leg out, while she researched Harold Bowler. Sure enough, he was in the system: six unanswered speeding tickets, a DUI, aggravated assault, animal cruelty, public nuisance, public indecency, and endangering the life of a minor, which was filed by his own brother.
That’s some rap sheet for a millionaire, Avery thought.
His DUI arrest showed the picture of a cocky, thickset man, possibly in his late thirties or early forties, with recently cut brown hair and an impervious stare that reminded Avery of hedge fund managers and multimillionaires that weren’t afraid of anything, including the law.
Ramirez walked up to the car just as Avery was about to close the door.
“Where are you parked?” she asked.
“Just down the street.” He p
