Inspector Herlehy sat behind the battered old desk in his office, and glared at Johnny Liddell and Muggsy Kiely. “I’d probably be doing you and the public a favor if I locked you up and threw the key away,” he growled at Liddell. “You’re as irresponsible as a junior-grade moron driving a hot rod, and twice as fatal.”
Johnny Liddell squirmed uncomfortably on the hardwood chair. “You’ve got me all wrong, inspector. I tell you I didn’t kill Lunfaro. You can’t make it stick and you know it.”
Herlehy chomped indignantly on the wad of gum. “Maybe not, but I sure as hell could make a good stab at it.” He swung around, regarded Muggsy Kiely from under bushy eyebrows. “You still stick to your story that Liddell spent the night with you?”
Muggsy dropped her eyes, examined the lacquer finish on he
