Rough Weather: A Spenser Novel

as mush,” Hawk said.
    I nodded.
    We drank our whiskey.
    “Had him right here,” Hawk said. “Between us. Had a confession, witnessed by me. And you let him go.”
    I nodded. We drank some more whiskey. The rain hammered down in the near darkness.
    “You think you can get Heidi without him?”
    “Gonna try,” I said.
    “Ten times the work it woulda been, you hadn’t let him go.”
    I nodded. We hadn’t turned the lights on in my office. We sat in semidarkness drinking straight whiskey.
    “What would you have done?” I said after a while.
    “Let him go,” Hawk said.
    His face was without expression.