“Were you one?” asked Hancock. “A spurned lover?”
“I think we’re done here.”
“You know, the Army cops got the guy. We will, too.”
“I hope you find the person. Only it won’t be me, because I didn’t do it.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll just take your word for it. Cross you right off the suspect list.”
“You talk to any other suspects?” asked Devine.
“No need for you to know that.”
Devine turned around and walked home.
Tomorrow was Sunday, a day of rest. For God.
But not for Travis Devine. Tomorrow might just outdo everything else he’d done the entire week. Maybe his whole time at Cowl and Comely.
But then again, why wait until tomorrow? After all, the night was still young.