THIRTY-FIVE
Detective Jerry Knowles hung up the phone, then swiveled in his chair to face K.C. Hodges, who had just entered and sat on the corner of Jerry’s desk. K.C. looked at Jerry, eyebrows raised. Jerry simply smiled with a look of smug self-satisfaction plastered on his face.
“Well, are you going to tell me or are you going to make me ask?” K.C. said.
“K.C., my friend, the walls are starting to close on Frank Oliver.”
“How can they close any more than they already have?”
“Because you know that, sooner or later, his lawyers are going to come up with the idea of pleading insanity. That’s why he came up with that c**k-and-bull blackout story. And that’s why he gave us a rambling pack of garbage about how assassins are out to get him in the firm and how people are trying to steal hi
