“I can’t do this again, Smith.”
He wiped her leftover spit off his lips. “That one’s on me, doll. I won’t let it happen again. I won’t muck it up again.”
Wynn straightened her blouse. “Good. Now let’s clean this pigsty before your client arrives, and you can tell me about the case.”
Smith bent down and collected and organized the toppled stack of newspapers while he briefed her on the little he knew: for the first time ever, someone claimed to know the identity of the worst serial killer Nevada has seen in recorded history. After a few moments, he spied on Wynn in his peripheral vision. She hadn’t moved.
“No offense, Smith, but why did she call you?”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence. She said she’d hired other d***s, but they don’t stay on the case.”
“Huh. Well, now I’m glad you ca
