“If you think Hagan has an alibi, and this Alleyman is valuable to him as a hitman if nothing else, what makes you think you’ll be able to convince the police—”
“I’m not interested in the police,” she said, tracing the rim of her glass again. “Ryske wouldn’t have been interested in the police.”
This time Clyde was more forceful about taking her glass away and he didn’t forget the second one either. “Ryske had a lot more experience in this than you do,” he said. “He had a team behind him, and he knew all the players.”
“I know the players.”
He shook his head. “Not enough to trust them. And whether you care about your life or not, getting yourself killed helps no one. I guarantee if there is a heaven and Ryske is up there, he’ll kick your a*s for giving up your life for nothing.”
Though
