Word travels fast.
"Yep."
"TJ gave me all the gruesome details." He shook his head and gestured for Dylan and Patsy. The dogs bounded over to him. He handed out Milk Bones from a cookie jar that sat beside a bottle of dubious tequila. They took the treats and raced off. He said, "Sounds like it'll be a tough case. Pressure from Washington to drop it, I'll bet."
"Oh, yeah. Uphill all the way."
"If you've interested, we might want to make some calls."
"Chicago, Miami or L.A.?"
O'Neil blinked, then gave a laugh. "You've been considering it too, hm? What's the strongest?"
Dance replied, "I'd go with the suspicious suicide in L.A. It's in state, so CBI's got jurisdiction and Kellogg can't claim that the cult leader died during a takedown. And that's the file that Kellogg destroyed. Why else would he do that, if he wasn't guilty?"
She'd decided that if Kellogg got off the hook on the Pell killing, which was a possibility, she wouldn't let the matter rest there. She'd pursue the case against him in other venues.
And apparently she wasn't going to do it alone.
"Good," O'Neil said. "Let's get together tomorrow and look over the evidence."
She nodded.
The detective finished the beer and got another one. "I don't suppose Overby'd spring for a trip to L.A."
"Believe it or not, I think he would."
"Really?"
"If we fly coach."
"And standby," O'Neil added.
They laughed.
"Any requests?" She tapped the old Martin, which resounded like a crisp drum.
"Nope." He leaned back and stretched his scuffed shoes out in front of him. "Whatever you're in the mood for."
Kathryn Dance thought for a moment and began to play.