Much of my annoyance was directed towards myself. The detective had been arrogant and hostile, but at the same time seemed to have been asking for my help, and perhaps almost willing to ask me to join the case. And in return I had set him off, andmyself.Damn!
The result was that now I both wanted and didn’twant to help in the investigation. I wanted to help find out what had happened to my friend and, because of the emotional residue from yesterday, I wanted Detective Solomon to fail in this case. The man fairly radiated desperation, which of course made him more arrogant, and notin an attractive way.
Except for the fact—the annoyingfact—that part of me wasa little attracted.
Damn!
What now? Well, I coulddo some work on my own. On the other hand, I knew from firsthand experience that a pissed-off cop can come up with all sortsof ways to make things hard for a private investigator.