CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Morse's office is empty. I help myself to a cup of steaming coffee just as Harry and the DA come through the door. O'Neill can hardly wait to start his speech.
"Well, you really made a fool of yourself this time, printing a story without a shred of truth. Don't you understand that if a crime has occurred, I would release the bloodhounds and solve the case? But of course, no crime has been committed. This really blows your reporter's intuition theory into a c****d hat."
"Mr. O'Neill, I know you're a college man and a majority of our citizens elected you to bring a stop to crime in this city, but I believe we are dealing with a case of double homicide. And yes, my reporter's intuition tells me this is true. I'm at a point where I can do one of four things. I can put th
