Clane was dunking chocolate-covered doughnuts in coffee thick with cream. The sight made Mullen a little sick. He came up for air and tucked a stray bit of kraut into his mouth. Clane said, “Turn the kid loose? If I don’t hand you a solution in twenty-four hours, I’ll hand him back to you and smear it all over the papers myself.” “That will elect Morgan for fair.” Clane shrugged. “It’s my chance. I’ll take it.” Mullen sighed and reached for his coffee. “No, Clane. I’ll give it to you.” He blew on his coffee. Then he raised his eyes and looked toward the front of the restaurant. “Ah, company.” Clane turned his head. He said, “Driggs! I didn’t know he stayed up so late. Ever ask him, Mullen, what he was doing at Wickett’s that night?” “Sure, seeing you.” “Ask him,” Clane said, “if the marked fifty-dollar bills were meant for him.” “What bills?” Mullen asked quickly. He was waving a vaguely amiable hand at Driggs as he spoke. Clane said, “I’ll tell you later.
What do You think about You Can't Kill A Corpse (1974)?
