“I’ve got something for you, sergeant. I’ll take a five buck bet I know who the killer is.”
Donovan’s beefy face changed colour. He stared at Duncan, his hard little eyes narrowing.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“That guy Holland killed her!”
“Are you crazy?” Donovan exploded angrily. “Now look, if you can’t talk sense, get down to that report. I want to get home some time tonight.”
Duncan shrugged.
“Okay, if that’s the way you feel about it. If I handle this myself, I’ll get the credit.”
Donovan’s face turned purple.
“If you talk like that to me…!” he began furiously.
“I tell you he’s the guy we want, and I can prove it!”