Mick held up his hands almost defensively. “When I stopped by Paulie’s garage on the way back here, hesaid someone came by this morning with a tow truck and picked it up. According to him, the man showed ID that said he was Walt Murphy. When I described you, though, he said the man didn’t match your description. Now this makes me wonder who’s lying, that guy or you?”
Wynn dug his wallet out of his pocket, opening it to show the sheriff his driver’s license. “Do I pass?” he asked, somewhat scathingly.
“It fits with the information I have on you.”
“What information?”