Sheriff Cole downed his Redeye and rolled the glass along the palm of his hand.
"Aint Zeke I'm after."
He leaned forward, elbows on the table.
"But if the boy's gonna hang, if fatherly love don't reveal something, then motherly love surely will."
"Don't get you, Sheriff," he said.
"Listen, Mick. But keep this shut!" he pointed at his mouth. "McGinley is a murderer. Taya Two Horses. Prendergast woman. Bowen. I know it, Mick, and every day that goes by I know it better. Trouble is, I don't know why. I got no motive."
Mickey's mouth fell open.
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Ooh! At last... I tend to believe the Sheriff’s instincts. Hard to believe though that McGinley would let his own flesh and blood hang...unless he ain’t his own flesh and blood. G-ripping!