Lorne O"Halloran, my erstwhile (what the heck does erstwhile mean?) supervisor and acquaintance of dubious lineage, sat like I"d shot him in his office on Port Street and stared at me from bulbous eyes. I"d just paid him back his cash and accused him of murder. Mark sat out in the anteroom, unknown to Lorne. I felt powerful and clever, and was enjoying the feeling as I sat in the office of my former associate and bully.
erstwhile“I admit I needed the money,” he said. “Gambling debts, we all know that. I"m not the only man in this town who needed money. Not the only man in this town who did drugs now and then.” He took a deep breath. “You know too dang much about me, Annie.”
“Was it coincidence that Doc was killed the same time the mayoralty race was on?” I asked, biting my nails. “Did yo
