The sight of Portia dead on the floor brought him to a halt and wrenched from him a wretched sob of grief and self-disgust. Evidently, the chief was not at home. Her uncle Patsy O’Day had come calling with a Colt revolver. Whatever had happened under the pool hall, after Joe and Portia had left, even if Hocker and Jagget had been shot to death, Patsy had been poisoned.
