CHAPTER NINE
I can tell that Morse and the DA are going at it hammer and tongs from the volume of their voices. The DA, William O'Neill, has just turned forty. He's handsome, talented, ruthless, and hell bent on being Governor of Arizona. He’s six feet tall, broad shouldered with sandy hair and a million dollar smile that makes ladies on the jury melt. He always wears well tailored suits and could pass as a fashion model. As I enter the office, I pick up on Morse's statement.
"I'm telling you, Bill, this has gone all the way up to Chief Bleiler and I'm sick and tired of all this to-do about nothing."
O'Neill looks up as I enter and never misses a beat. "Ah, here's our ace snoop. One of the breeds that always wants to make a capital case out of nothing."
I know O'Neill so I let his litt
