DANE SAID IN A dangerous whisper that had the other men in his office exchanging nervous glances. Kaufman cracked his knuckles. Yeager's dog whined a little and scuttled farther under his master's chair. Ellstrom raised his double chins a notch. “I was out that way when the call came in about Fox. Stuart killed him, sure as I'm standing here. He probably would have finished the job in the parking lot at the Rooster if I hadn't pulled him off. The kid was pounding the shit out of Fox—” “I can't believe it,” Dane growled. Ellstrom gave a snort of indignant disbelief. “There were fifty witnesses—” Dane cut him off with a look. He pressed his hands on his immaculate blotter and rose slowly from his chair, never taking his eyes off his deputy. “You just took it upon yourself to barge in there without a warrant, without consulting me—” “I'm a cop,” Ellstrom barked. “I had grounds to believe Stuart committed a felony. I don't need your permission to do my job.” “You do if you want to keep it.”
