Chapter 72

He didn’t look nervous. He simply stood there and eyed me, hands curled up into fists. “You got two, Detective. I ain’t done nothing wrong.”

“You were driving under the influence, sir.”

He looked right and left. “Driving? Me? I’m just standing here. Is it illegal to stand under the influence?” He smirked at his own wit.

“Public intoxication.”

He sighed. “You’re no fun.” He grabbed his crotch. “Unless you are.”

“Solicitation is also illegal, sir.”

“Then why did God give me such a big dick?”

I shrugged. “To make up for a lack of brains?”

He chuckled. “You’re down to one minute, Detective.”

I nodded. I was suddenly three feet from him. Far enough to avoid a punch, a lunge. Up close, you could see the gray in his hair, the wrinkles around the eyes. He looked like a washed-up boxer, but even a washed-up boxer had a few good jabs left in him. Meaning, three feet was as close as I’d get. “You’ve heard that the police are looking for you?” I got right to the point.