Sweat-soaked, Kent rubbed his blond crew cut with an edge of the towel draped around his neck and lowered his voice to speak under the hum of conversation from other lunch hour athletes enjoying the beverage selection.
“You’ve got Lance Kelley for burglary and trafficking in stolen merchandise,” he said to Elliot. “But you’ll have a helluva time convicting him of first degree murder.”
Elliot shoved strands of damp black hair off his forehead and reached for his glass which held a pale yellow blend of fresh-squeezed carrot and apple juices.
Taking a sip, Elliot said, “You can see why Spokane PD likes him for it. Lance has thirteen prior felony convictions and twice that many misdemeanors.”
“Property crimes and driving offenses. Never any violence.” Kent downed a thick swallow of chocola
