“I want to crack this one fast. I don’t think Donovan will get very far.” His cold blue eyes met Sam’s. “He might get a break; stumble on something, but I doubt it. He needn’t have any help from you.”
“He hasn’t got it up to now,” Darcy said.
“Lindsay Burt could be the new political boss in a few months, certainly in a year,” Adams went on. “This present set-up is on the skids. You, and to some extent me, have to look ahead. Bun could shut you down, Sam, once he got into office. This dive isn’t as sweet-smelling as it could be. But if you were helpful, he might feel he owed you something. He might leave you alone.”
“I understand, Lieutenant.”
“Right.” Adams stubbed out his cigarette, lit another and dropped the match into the ash bowl. “Did you see this Carson girl last night?”
“Yes.”
“Who was she with?”
“A tall, dark, good-looking guy in a grey suit.”
Adams nodded.
“That’s the guy. Ever seen him before?”