Gape, you punks, he thought. You didn’t imagine I had any ideas, did you?
“While doc’s working on her, I’ll go talk to the occupants of the other apartments. They may have seen the guy,” he went on.
“You have a lot of faith, sergeant,” Adams said. “That’s all a tart lives for — to give information to the cops.”
Holtby sniggered.
“One of their own people’s been killed,” Donovan said quietly. “May give them an incentive to talk.”
Adams lifted his eyebrows. He stared at Donovan, his eyes suddenly thoughtful.
“Quite a psychologist, sergeant,” he said.
Donovan turned to Fletcher who hurriedly wiped a grin off his face.
“There’s an ice-pick in the bedroom. Check it for prints. Snap it up! I want a little more action and a lot less standing around from you.”
Fletcher stiffened.