Chapter Nine
I gave Martin the side-eye, hoping he could sell his pile of fiction to Ramirez as convincingly as he had to the officer. Unfortunately, the detective was already well versed in Martin’s game.
“Did I not warn you, Ajax?” I quivered as he called me by my nickname, which was typically reserved for friendlier situations. When I remained silent, he opted for sarcasm. “Well, this is a first. You’ve got nothing to say?”
“We’ve already given our statements.” Martin stepped in, nodding at the officer, who shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other while looking from Martin to Ramirez.
Noting that the two appeared to be in some sort of Old West standoff, I muttered under my breath, “Not helping.”
“I’ll take things from here,” Ramirez told the officer, who didn’t attempt to m
