Chapter Twenty
Ric’s front door banged, and he recoiled against the wall. He gave one last look at the open window through which Teddy had vanished and shook his head. She didn't have to bolt and leave him to explain her absence. The case would work out in the end. He would badger Harry until he found out the identity of this so-called witness. She was right. They were getting close. The shooter was panicking.
He turned toward the flood of uniformed officers who surged into the room. Crossing his arms, he addressed the one in front. “Good afternoon, Officer Blake.”
“You had one job, Bogart—to hold her here.” Blake scowled. “You couldn't even get that right.”
“I could say the same about you.” Ric swept his arm in the direction of the policemen and sneered. “You brought a half-dozen offi
