The Murderer's Daughter (2015)
“He said, “Thank God for people like that,” and Grace thought he sounded a bit rueful, as if he’d missed out on something.
Taking advantage, she said, “Anyway, I need your help.”
He said, “Hmm. Okay, my police contacts aren’t half bad.”
“I’d prefer not,” said Grace. “The police won’t take me seriously.”
“Why wouldn’t they?”
“It’s old news and pure supposition, not a shred of evidence.”
Wayne labored to his feet, took a few steps, returned to the throne behind his desk. Businesslike now. “You’re right. Objectively, there isn’t much to go on, what would I tell the chief—” Color spread from his chin to his forehead. Continued on to his bald pate, turning him into a well-dressed tomato. “Forgive the pretentiousness, he and I have attended some of the same fund-raisers. In fact, that’s why I’m dressed like this. Hotsy-totsy golf day at a pardon-the-expression country club. But no more name-dropping, I promise.”
“It’s names that I need, Wayne.
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