“I can walk.” “I have to go anyway. I have to talk to Mr. Fountain.” Ash regarded her with concern. “Is that wise?” She managed a nervous smile. “I think it’s necessary. I have information about a murder that probably no one else has. I have a theory that could explain what happened. I can’t keep it to myself.” “If you’re wrong, it could make things difficult for you.” “If I’m right, it’ll make things difficult for me. I don’t think it has to matter. If I am right and do nothing for fear of a backlash, what kind of a police officer does that make me?” “I could tell DI Gorman.” That would keep her safely out of the loop. But it wouldn’t have the same effect. “No offense, Gabriel, but he doesn’t have to take anything you tell him seriously.” “Rambles With Dogs.” She nodded apologetically. “Mr. Fountain does have to listen if I make an allegation about another of his officers. He may not like it, he may not believe it, but he can’t ignore it.
