CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“So why did Roberts—Doenitz—use that vermouth bottle to kill his cousin Mort? You’d think he’d have a better weapon than that. And why did he dump the body at the mansion when he could just have thrown it in the Oakland Estuary? Transporting a dead body in a Porsche must be hard work, and it’s dangerous business, even in Oakland.”
Lindsey shook his head. “You’re the homicide cop, Marvia. I just pay insurance claims for a living. You tell me.”
They were sitting in the Silver Dollar again. Lindsey had suggested it, and had even invited Jayjay Smith and Tyrone Plum to accompany them, but both had declined. The room was dark and nearly empty. The kitchen was closed but at Marvia’s request the chef had rustled up a couple of sandwiches for them, and they sat at the bar e
