“Hub’s gone,” she screamed. “He’s disappeared. I can’t find him.”
He smiled as he said it. He was recovering his cop’s sense of humor.
I shrugged. He was right. It was a pretty cold trail. The only spark that Finlay knew about was the panic Hubble had shown on Friday.
“I wasn’t leaving a homicide scene,” I said. “I was walking down a damn road. There’s a difference, right? People leaving homicide scenes run and hide. They don’t walk straight down the road. What’s wrong about walking down a road? People walk down roads all the damn time, don’t they?”
“Get your ass in that chair and keep your filthy mouth shut,” he said.
“Teale runs it?” I said. “Teale’s the enemy.”