Bone Island Mambo: An Alex Rutledge Mystery Page 34
by Tom Corcoran
“Can I ask the main distraction?”
“No cop would go to all that trouble to talk about immigrants. No big city detective would ask me if he could plant a phony squib in the Sun-Sentinel. Also, not many cops can afford a boat big enough for a Yamaha 225. Unless he inherited that, too.”
“Why lunch?” I said. “He thinks you know the dead woman?”
Sam shrugged.
“He suspects you of something? Doesn’t make sense.”
“That’s his cop job coming through. He thinks, ‘Arrest them all, let the courts sort it out.’ ”
Had I heard a Vietnam echo in that phrase? “Arrest for what?” I said.
“He’ll find something.”
“What’s that look in your eye?”
“I’m thinking I’ll find something, too. With Odin Marlow attached.”
