CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
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MCNAMARA STRODE INTO the detectives’ office and everyone glanced at him. His face was far from pleasant that morning. He seemed even grumpier than usual, and his stubby beard made him look tougher.
“Good morning, boss,” Mike dared to greet him. He thought things couldn’t be so grim. “It’s good you came. Your phone has been ringing for two hours. It’s the big boss,” he said pointing to the ceiling. “It seems important, but he wants to talk only to you.”
“All right,” McNamara replied. “Anything new?”
“Jo went to Vice. They arrested Graham forty-five minutes ago and brought his lover for an interview too. When Jo inquired why they just replied they had already gathered all the data, and it was their collar.”
“Damn it!” McNamara exploded. “We should
