Page 68 of Parrish

“She hung herself,” I grind out.

“Oh, and here I was thinking she took a trip to Barbados,” he retorts, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, I came here to let you know what was going on and to warn you.”

“Warn me about what?”

“Ritzer doesn’t want Blackie, Parrish. He wants you,” he replies. “You’re the one who dangled the carrot in front of his face only to snatch it out of his reach and make him look like a fool. Once this case is thrown out of court, Ritzer is going to be out for blood.”

He reaches into his pocket and produces a business card.

“If you want to stay out of jail, get rid of that schmuck, Holden,” he advises.

Taking the card from his hand, I watch as he reaches for his briefcase. He starts for the door but midway he turns back to me.

“Oh, and if you get a minute, I’d check on your daughter,” he says. “She was devastated when they denied bail and made a scene in the courtroom,” he pauses. “It wasn’t a good look.”

Yeah, I bet it wasn’t.

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