Family Values
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Eagen shrugged. “We’re never gonna know, is what I think. Whatever happened in the park that night went to the grave with Tracy Harrington. Looks to me like all we’re gonna know is what Patricia Harrington and her lawyers want us to know.”
“This thing’s got more loose ends than a macramé project,” Rebecca groused.
Eagen reached inside his suit jacket and came out with a folded piece of paper. He used his palms to flatten it on the tabletop and then handed it to me.
“What’s this?” I asked before I looked down.
“A speeding ticket,” he said. “Same night as your little adventure in Issaquah. Issued seventeen minutes before you called 911. Techs found it in Sidney’s car. I spoke to the state trooper. He says Crossfield took a real long time to pull over, drove all over hill and dale before he complied, and then got real mouthy with him, threatened to get him fired . . . You know, the usual rich-guy shit . . . so the trooper took his sweet-ass time issuing the citation. Said Crossfield went completely red ass over how long it was taking.”
I was way over my monthly cliché quota, so I didn’t say anything about how I’d rather be lucky than good.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
G.M. Ford is the author of nine other novels in the Leo Waterman series: Who in Hell Is Wanda Fuca?, Cast in Stone, The Bum’s Rush, Slow Burn, Last Ditch, The Deader the Better, Thicker Than Water, Chump Change, and Salvation Lake. He has also penned the Frank Corso mystery series and the stand-alone thrillers Threshold and Nameless Night. He has been nominated for the Shamus, Anthony, and Lefty Awards, among others. He lives and writes in Seattle, Washington.