“Your brother-in-law can,” I said. “Dick can.” “Richard,” she corrected me. “He hates that nickname.” “Dick who?” Butters asked, looking between us. I said, “Her brother-in-law,” at the same time she said, “My ex-husband.” Butters’s brow arched even farther and he shook his head. “Man. Catholics.” Murphy gave him a gimlet look. “Richard runs by the book. He won’t help a civilian.” “Come on, Murph,” I said. “You were married to the guy. You’ve got to have some dirt on him.” She shook her head. “It isn’t a crime to be an asshole, Harry. If it was, I’d have put him away for life.”
