Darcy had already guessed that was why Adams had called. He waited, not saying anything.
“Donovan been here yet?” Adams asked.
“Yes. He was here a couple of hours ago.”
Adams nodded.
“If you see him again, don’t tell him we’ve talked. I’m working on this independently. This could be a political jam, and it may need careful handling.”
Darcy had already realized that as soon as he heard Fay had been murdered, but he didn’t say so.
“That’s okay, Lieutenant.”
“I’ve always been pretty easy with you, Sam,” Adams went on. “There have been times when I could have made things hot for you. There was that time the dame made an exhibition of herself. Most clubs would have been shut down after a scene like that. Then there was that shooting back in December. I guess you have had a little service from me. This might be a good time to show your appreciation.”
“Anything I can do, Lieutenant, I’ll do,” Darcy said quietly.
Adams flicked ash on to the floor.