Grady glowered at the gun on the desk.
“If it wasn’t a matter of business and money out of my pocket, I’d have had him thrown in jail for so long—”
“That Connie wouldn’t even know him when he did come out?”
“Skip it.”
“You pulled that gun on him, didn’t you? And he took it away from you. Was that it?”
Grady’s high blood pressure became painfully evident.
“I said skip it!” he shouted. “I was defending myself — not that I couldn’t handle the lowser with me bare hands if I had to!”
Simon rose to his feet and retrieved the gun.
“You won’t mind if I borrow this until I trace the character who tried to use it on me last night?”
“Help yourself,” Grady grunted darkly. “Did you have any idea who it was?”