Chap turned to face the Commissioner and his assistant. Immediately, he saw in their faces that, if there was to be any satisfaction forthcoming, it was not going to come from his superiors. “Sir,” he addressed the Commissioner. “Are you aware that our forensic pathologist, Lee Richardson, was involved with the Coterie?”
“So I have been informed,” Bartholomew acknowledged.
“I have reason to believe his reported suicide was in fact murder,” Chap continued.
“Can you prove that, Chap?” Assistant Commissioner Delaney asked.
“He hated guns, for Christ’s sake! He was terrified of them! He could no more have used one to shoot himself than fly to the moon on a broomstick! Jesus, I stuck a g*n in his face and he pissed himself!”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Bartholomew said. “And
