Chapter 9“His name is Rashad Assan.”
“Okay, is that supposed to mean anything to me?”
“McSwain, I think you better brace yourself.”
Jimmy looked up from the chair he was sitting in, which was inside an interrogation room at the 10th Precinct. He felt uncertainty fall over him, trying not to show it in his expression. Three men stared down at him, two of them in plainclothes, the other in full uniform. Ordinarily, Jimmy would have liked to have been in the easy presence of the latter man, yet it was the folded arms and stern faces of the other two that had kept in check. A determined Roscoe Barone and a petulant Larry Dean had been questioning him for the past several hours, each of them bringing their own agenda and frustration about the case, going over the minutest of details about Ji
