Just as Richard Knight aka Arnold Specht was getting into his Cadillac Escalade, two uniformed officers intercepted him. Bill watched while one of the policemen handcuffed Knight and led him to a patrol car. The officer put his hand on Knight’s head as he ducked into the backseat. The two officers got into the front seat and then drove away.
Detective Dial Davies strolled across the parking lot toward the Club House, and when he saw Bill sitting on the patio, he waved and picked up his pace.
“Annie told me I’d find you here,” Dial said. “What’s this? Champagne?” He sat in the seat recently vacated by Knight and picked up the glass. “Only the finest for Mr. Knight, no doubt.” He tasted it. “Blaaah. I hate champagne. I’ll stick with Moose Drool Brown Ale.”
Bill smiled. “It all tastes the
