Chapter 14

He still wasn’t happy with the fact someone had framed him for this, pinning all the blame on him. Spyros had been aware of the murders, but he hadn’t known much about them until he had been arrested.

“If it wasn’t you,” Michael said, “Then someone was very careful to make it look like it was you.”

“Someone who was a regular at the club.” Spyros added.

“And it almost worked.” Michael grunted.

Spyros stared at him.

“Almost?”

Michael looked up. Their eyes locked. Michael’s eyes seemed to darken.

“I didn’t believe it.”

“Now or then?”

“Now.” Michael shook his head. “I didn’t want to believe it then, either.”

That was something. From the way he was looking at Spyros, Michael meant it. Spyros could feel it. He found himself softening a little more. Now was not the time to turn into a teddy bear.

“Was there any semen on the bodies?”

“No. There was nothing. Just a load of bruising.”

“Just that?”

“That’s what the pathologist said.” Michael frowned. “What are you thinking?”