“What was the reason?” I asked him.
“He’s a big deal around here,” Finlay said. “His operation out there pays us a lot of taxes, does us a lot of good. A lot of revenue and a lot of benefit for the town without a lot of mess, because it’s so far away, right? So we try to take care of it for him. But now it’s a homicide scene, and you’ve got explaining to do.”
He leaned forward and buzzed the intercom button on the rosewood desk. Called Baker back in.
“You are under arrest for murder,” he said. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used as evidence against you. You have the right to representation by an attorney. Should you be unable to afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you by the State of Georgia free of charge. Do you understand these rights?”
“Come on, Finlay, move along,” I said. I had less than a half hour.
His small snake eyes flicked around. He was adrift and worried.