Ald looked at Rey and sneered. “We’re back to being frenemies?”
“We never stopped.” She offered a sneer in return.
He chuckled and looked at me. “I found out about those two Detroit thugs, Milt Stilton and Astro St. Andre.”
“Didn’t you think they were dead ends?” I asked drily.
“Given we’re dealing with a decades-old murder, it seemed worthwhile to check out all leads, including those two … something you suggested, didn’t you?”
I smiled.
“And?” Linda prompted.
“Stilton and St. Andre did have it in for Mo-Mo Martine. It seems they had it on their bucket list to see Mo-Mo left this great earthly plain in a very timely manner. Before they could do so, someone beat them to it.”
“Death Angel.”
Ald held out both palms in a you-got-me gesture. “Both men are still alive, having been relea
