Chapter 13
Tom Larkin’s body had been found by a local fishing spot, where it had apparently been dumped with far less ceremony than his killers had used to murder him in the first place. When I got into the office that morning, Bruce Putnam was already out there with the local police. Violet and Grimassi were over in a corner having a hushed conversation, most likely about the bizarre murder. Nelson was in his office, so I barged right in.
“I know something about the Larkin killing,” I said.
He frowned at me.
“Didn’t I specifically say you would not be assigned to that case?”
“Just hear me out. I didn’t go poking around the case, I just stumbled across something relevant to it.”
“Stumbled how?”
“I was talking to Andrew Mann, he’s a professor at the university and a friend of mine.
