Chapter 6

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Mick looked up and nodded when Wynn rapped on his open office door, pointing to the vacant chair beside his desk. “All settled in?” he asked when Wynn was seated.

“Yep.”

“Good. Now we talk. It’s pretty damned obvious, at least in my book, that someone wanted you out of commission or dead. Frankly, I don’t believe you don’t know who.”

“There’s no one who has any reason to do that,” Wynn said adamantly.

A bit too adamantly as far as Mick was concerned. He was good at reading people and Wynn’s denial was too quick and he’d glanced away, just briefly, as he’d replied, before looking back at Mick, but it was enough that Mick was certain he was hiding something.

“You said that before, Mr. Murphy, but people don’t try to kill people without having a reason, and the intended victim usually knows what that is.”

“Maybe he got the wrong car?”