Chapter 26“Look. I don’t have anything for you,” Randy said. “I’m tired. I’m going up to bed.” Randy turned and headed toward the stairs.
“We can bring you in for questioning. We have that authority.”
Randy turned and stared at the detective who had spoken. McGrew. He looked at the Irish face, the ice blue eyes, and the curly black hair. The guy was a kid. Can’t be much older than I am, Randy thought. He’s just trying to throw his weight around. Well, I don’t have to listen to his s**t. The cops didn’t want my help when I was willing to give it to them.
“Randy, please,” his father spoke up. He sounded tired. “You have to cooperate. Don’t you want the killer to be caught? Do you want some other guy to lose his wife, or his daughter, or maybe his mother to this man?”
“I don’t care about
