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In the parking lot, Danny shakes hands with his lawyer, who drove his big honker of a Honda from Manitou.

He said very little… except for that zinger about suing for false arrest.

That was a good one.

Otherwise, what was there to say?

“Are you sure you want to take a chance on Davis?” Ball asks.

Danny shrugs.

“You’re thinking she’ll arrest me for possession when I show her the coke? Compared to what’s hanging over me, that’s a minor risk.”

Ball rocks back and forth on his feet.

“If you didn’t kill her, you’re the most divine liar I’ve ever come across.

Even better than my Uncle Red, which I would have thought impossible.”

“I didn’t,” Danny says.

He’s getting tired of saying it.