Chapter 7: HuntingFor a long, breathless moment, Detective Pete Altman thought Tony Harrington was going to slug him.
So did Tony.
Leo Harrington, who'd been averting (and sometimes breaking up) fights in the Back End for half his life, leaned in to block his son's bull-like charge across the table with his own skinny frame.
Tony didn't back down, but his fists slammed wood instead of Pete Altman's jaw. "Are you arresting me?"
The detective replied in the same matter-of-fact tone he'd used throughout this interview. "Right now I'm asking you. To make a formal statement at the station, and to give us your house keys and your permission to look around."
Leo turned his ice-blue glare on Altman. "What the hell for?"
"So I don't have to waste your time and mine getting a search warrant on
