Chapter 24
“I know what it is,” I said. “I just don’t know why. I have no idea whatsoever why you would go snooping around in my desk, or why you would think you had the right in the first place.”
Sherry Black walked by us with a clipboard in her hands, and neither of us said anything until she was out of earshot. Duffy reached into his pocket and pulled out my watch, holding it up so I could get a good look.
“This is what you pulled out of that guy’s pocket, isn’t it? Not a packet of cigarettes. This.”
“That is my mother’s pocket-watch,” I said. “So, you are full of shit.”
“This is exactly what I saw you squirreling away when I came into that motel room,” he said. “So maybe someone here is full of s**t, but it isn’t me.”
“I swear to you on whatever saint it is you’re the biggest fan
