Killing Floor

Kliner was forcing Finlay practically out of the chair with the pressure of the automatic in his ear. Finlay’s lips were clamped. Kliner was sneering at me. I smiled at him. Kliner was a dead man. He was as dead as a man who has just jumped off a high building. He hadn’t hit the ground yet. But he’d jumped.

Baker and his arrest team were the business. Professional and efficient. The fingerprint woman had been decent. But this fat police chief was a waste of space.

gravel lot the heat was up

right to representation by an attorney.

Anything you say may be used as evidence against you.

the right to remain silent.

right to remain silent.

bumped out back

built to resemble a converted railroad car.

to the edge of town.