“Rooster, you got nothin' on me," William appealed to the young man he'd known since birth. “What you have is a bunch of circumstantial bullshit."
“Pretty good bullshit though, even you gotta admit that. We have Tyler Blackfoot at Meredith's house hours before the newscast. What she said implicated your club in the death of a prominent citizen."
Grinning, William interrupted, “We are Harley enthusiasts."
“You wanna talk about some bullshit? That's the biggest load I've heard in a while. You're fingerprints are all over this, William."
“Then show me. Where are they? What can you pin on me? Because if you can't, then cut my ass loose."
Rooster got up from his chair and walked over to the door. “You know what? I think we might have some more questions for you. I can legally hold you for
