He raced off without looking back, abandoning his project in his desire to get out of Duke’s presence. Duke couldn’t blame the man, but his last words left him unsettled. The DA had contacts within Woodson? It wasn’t uncommon, but then why hadn’t he used any of them in his bid to get Young charged with Tana’s murder? And why was this particular man so obviously rattled? His assertions implied Horan, or at least his men, came by often enough to be recognized. Asking questions. Getting answers he didn’t like.
He was still lost in thought when a shadow fell across the table.
“Did you say something to Vinnie?” Chandra demanded.
“That depends.” Duke rose and slid his notepad back into his pocket. “Who’s Vinnie?”
She ignored the question and jabbed a thin finger back at the house. “He just r
