Smirnoff’s face registered distaste. “A talkativeformerpartner I have, don’t I?”
Coco had had enough. “Since I haven’t yet been charged with a crime, I can only assume you question the neighbor’s testimony yourself.” She knew for a fact that Willis had made it impossible for Smirnoff to cover up how crazy Virgil really was. A point for Willis. “Am I free to go now, Detective?”
He didn’t answer right away before stepping aside. “For now. But heed my advice, Coco. Don’t play the game Cade Sheffield is playing. Cade is not off the hook, not by a long shot, but he’s an old pro at this game. You’re not, and it will soon start wearing you down.”
“Did you just profile me, Detective?”
He smiled benevolently. “Oh, no. I don’t believe for a minute you’re this ignorant bystander you want me to see.”
“Believe what you will,” Coco replied with little patience. “You have no facts to prove it. Good day, Detective.”
“You should pray Cade gets arrested, and soon, Ms. Milroy,” he called softly to her back.
She turned slowly. “Why is that?”
“You’re part of his inner circle now.”