Chapter 153
INT. - FREDDY'S BAR - AFTERNOON
It didn't occur to her until they were half way to Freddy's Bar she should be irritated he was driving. Yes, it was his car. But she always drove. Always. Something was horribly wrong with her.
"As I see it," Foster said as he expertly maneuvered through traffic, almost as well as she would have, "there are three possible suspect pools."
"The Divinities." Gerri checked them off on her fingers, grateful for the shop talk to distract her. "We're off to see them now."
"The O'Reilly family." Foster pulled up across the street from Freddy's.
"And Peter Ashmore, owner of the Dark Continent Hotel and Casino." Gerri stepped out into the heat. "I've personally seen the gang attack, so they are my primary suspects at this point. But those two boys seem to have a habit for trouble."
"Seemed." Foster frowned slightly, amber eyes darkening to deep gold. "Past tense."