Chapter 33

“Anton was shot and killed with forty-caliber bullets. With a Glock, like yours.”

“Jake, lots of people have Glocks. Lots of cops have them,” he said. “You know, I have one too. So what, now do you think, I killed Anton, too?“

I shook my head. “I know you didn’t shoot me or kill Anton.”

I know because I checked your gun, and because you wouldn’t risk killing me.

Noah scanned around my place. “Well, that’s comforting.” Noah scratched his head. “But why do you suspect Ivan?”

“Dunno. Just a feeling I have. Ivan’s always been a particular person. Maybe he’s had a problem with Anton? I don’t know if they knew each other but cops and attorneys around here—it’s a small community.”

“Nagging suspicion isn’t enough,” Noah said.