Mulrooney was watching the sun come up over the bay from Lauren Connolly"s living room when Clarke pulled up outside. Clarke got out of his car and took a bite out of a glazed donut before tossing the remainder back into his car.
“Did you save me a donut?” Mulrooney asked as Clarke entered.
“Nope. My news is going to kill your appetite, bro.”
“Lay it on me, Smokey.”
Clarke kicked the front door shut with his heel. “Atilla is meeting with Clemente later this morning to try to persuade him to let him take over the case.”
Mulrooney shook his head in disgust. “Atilla won"t give up until he"s carrying my autopsy photo in his wallet. He"s probably the maggot who bombed my car.”
“Nothing personal, I"m sure,” Clarke said sarcastically.
“f**k him, we"re still here, and we have work to do. Th
