“Okay. What do I do?” Mike knew he wasn’t in a great bargaining position. He knew that she had been able to leverage her need for him against whatever the brass may have had on him to get him here, and now he had to deliver. He owed her, and she knew it.
“I’m putting a rush on Forensics to find me some DNA that can positively put our guy at the scene.”
“But we know he was there.”
“Look,” Amanda shot back, “you and I both know that Cockeye Johnstone was there and is our man, even if he isn’t the only wonky-eyed asshole in the city. But I still need a little more than the words of a couple of good-hearted landlords to definitively place him there. And while someone else may have murdered our deceased, Mr. Johnstone is a good candidate who certainly bears speaking with under legally justif
