“I’m going to get you, Shayne. If it’s the last thing I do on this earth, I’m going to hang one around your long neck that you won’t wriggle out from under.” Shayne’s bland gaze was fixed on the toes of his number twelve shoes stretched out in front of him. “In the meantime I’ll be chasing down murderers and turning them over to you so you can stay on the public payroll.”|