“Yes?”
“If you lost your cool and maybe decided he needed a few punches, I think the three of us could conveniently look away for a minute or two.” The other officer nodded, even smiled a bit. And oh God, it was a tempting offer.
“I appreciate it, but I better not,” Ava said. “Gentlemen, thank you.”
“Good luck to you, Mrs. Gold,” the overweight officer said.
She looked back at Sanderson and she wasn’t sure how to feel about the smile that was still plastered to his face. She thought it meant he knew the sort of man Spurlock was. And if he’d known who she was based on just her last name, it all but confirmed the name of Clarence Gold had been in the minds and mouths of Jim Spurlock and the men he associated with. And why would that be the case if he wasn’t the man who killed him?
It all swirled in her head as she made her way back up the stairs and to the front doors. All she knew for certain was that she knew where the man who had killed Clarence would be later this evening.
And it was a good thing she had freed a man earlier in the day because she sure as hell planned to arrest one more before the day was out—and maybe, if she got the chance, just beat the hell out of him, too.