Jack
“What do you think,” I asked the lawyer, Bentley Brooks, “Are we dealing with a dirty cop?”
“Well, I just did a quick inquiry, and Manfreidi seems legit. I mean he’s been on the force for eleven years, has a wife and three kids, one in college, two in high school. I’ll dig in deeper tomorrow. I’m especially interested in getting a peek at his financial records, to see if anything suspicious shows up in his bank records and what-not.” I could hear Bentley flipping through papers as we talked. It irked me to think he was probably multitasking instead of giving me his full attention, but I guess I’d asked for it, calling him out of the blue like that.
“Do you think he was dumb enough to leave a trail?”
“Well, if he was dumb enough to write threatening notes in his own handwriting
