“Landlord on his way?” Griffiths asked, casually dismissing Mike’s objections and taking another drag from the cigarette.
“No. Don’t need him. I have the key,” Mike repeated.
“We prefer to have the landlord present,” Griffiths said, now giving Mike the once-over.
“I doubt that, but regardless, we prefer to get the warrant done. I have the key and I have to be in court for ten, so let’s go.”
“Ten? s**t. Might as well kiss that appearance goodbye.” Griffiths all but guffawed, making no attempt to get out of the car. “No way in hell we’re gonna be done here by ten, even if we did use your key.”
“You can sit in your car all day if you want,” Mike spat out his words, trying not to grind his teeth. His stomach was churning. “But I got the key, you got the warrant, landlord knows we’re comin
