“I CAN’T LET BRITA TAKE Fabiana in.”
Alfric dropped onto the bench next to Pleasance with a full bowl in one hand and a biscuit in the other. “Why not?
“There’s a good chance she’s in danger from Duncan Vespard if he thinks she’s a suspect. He’s determined to protect Vespard Tire from bad press.”
Alfric chewed thoughtfully for a moment and then swallowed. “Where’d you get this information?”
Warwicke told them all about Penelope Martin. When he was done Percy said. “We’ll just tell Brita that. She’ll work with us.”
Warwicke slanted him a look. “You know she won’t, Perc. She can’t. She’s a cop. She has to go by the book. It’s better for her if we don’t tell her what we’re gonna do.”
Percy scowled at his food. “That’s what got me in the trouble I’m in.”
Warwicke dropped an arm over his
