Chapter 53

Clyde stared at Investigator Pearson from across the table. The handcuffs dug into his wrists. His bloody boots sat inside a clear bag on the metal surface. He'd been less than two minutes from discarding them when the cops cornered him at the carwash. He'd already finished scrubbing the blood out of his truck bed and had planned to discard his clothes, gloves, boots, and bat, but he hadn't moved fast enough.

With his pal Ben being grilled as the prime suspect, he thought he'd have more time to tie up loose ends. Though he pretended to treat Ben like a buddy, he wasn't. He was an asshole who thought cheaters were funny. Though, for only a short time, Clyde got to enjoy how guilty Ben looked.

He chuckled to himself. The collateral bonus of drawing out the drug dealers to put a hit on Ben was priceless.

Investigator Pearson cleared her throat and pointed at the bag. "Are those your boots?"