“My men are at his house now. He may have lost his nerve and skipped, but it’s just a matter of time before we get him.”
“That’s damned good work,” O’Brien said without any enthusiasm. He looked over at Howard. “You’ll let me have the report and see the evidence?”
“You’ll get the papers tomorrow morning,” Howard said curtly. He looked worried, and having seen what his wife was up to, O’Brien wasn’t surprised. “You’ll excuse us. I want to get back to headquarters. Now we have got so far I don’t want any slip-up.”
“I keep telling you we can leave it to Donovan to handle,” Motley said impatiently.
“I’m going back, even if you aren’t,” Howard snapped, and nodding to O’Brien he went down the steps and towards the parking lot.
“Your sister is amusing herself with a guy in a car,” O’Brien said softly. “Watch the Commissioner doesn’t spot her.”
Motley swore under his breath.
“I’ll break that little bitch’s neck one of these days,” he said. “Why the hell can’t she wait until Howard has left?” He went off hurriedly after the Commissioner.
O’Brien stroked his jaw thoughtfully. Just like that numbskull Donovan to find the wrong man, he thought. What was the evidence they were talking about? They seemed pretty certain that they had enough on this guy to convict him.
He leaned against the verandah rail while he thought about Johnny. If this Holland guy was caught and convicted, it would let Johnny out, but sooner or later he would get into more trouble. Now he had him under lock and key it would be flying in the face of providence not to be rid of him.