“You think Ian knows who killed his baby brother?”
“Ian’s a bad egg. What felon in his position wouldn’t know?”
“You going on your intuition, Joe?”
“Doesn’t every dick do that in this county?” I moved the bar of soap between our chests and rolled it over his stomach in slow motion.
He nodded and smiled, perhaps delighted with my shower play. “So how do you get him to confess?”
“I have to think about that. Ian buys drugs from Max Martin. Maybe we can learn some new information by talking to Max again.”
“Maybe Max killed Evan over the four thousand dollars.”
I nodded, smiled, delighted with our shower talk. Then I said, “We know for sure that Ian was in jail when his youngest brother was branded and murdered. But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t pay someone to do the crime for him.”
“It’s all about the process of elimination, isn’t it?”
“It is, Holmes,” I said, and kissed him to shut him up, enjoying some quiet time with the man before the day’s madness started.