Blinking in the dim light of the streetlamps, Clay turned to the voice. Bill. Christ. He’d almost forgotten the policeman was part of this nightmare. “Is this the part where you gloat? If so, save it.”

“I told you.” Bill pushed away from the brick building and stalked toward Clay. “I said you would regret it if you took my house away from me. Ruined my marriage. You deserve everything that’s happened tonight.”

Clay struggled to keep from lunging at the other man and strangling him. “You still won’t get your house or your wife back. This did absolutely nothing to help you.”

Bill thrust his stomach out, likely to take up more space. A classic intimidation tactic Clay often employed with his shoulders.

Yet, Clay would not feel intimidated, certainly not by this man.

He stood his ground and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ve played your only card, Bill. You’ve played it—and you lost. You have nothing over me now.”

“Except arrest and jail time.”

“My lawyers would have me released within an hour. It’s a waste of everyone’s time.”

“This late at night, they’d have a hard time finding a judge to spring you. I’m tempted to do it, just because I can.”

“This is fucking ridiculous.” Clay was in no mood for this shit. Bill had cost him another evening with Florence, on her birthday no less. The evening had been so perfect—and now it was ruined. She’d never speak to him again.

It’s my grandmother’s house, Clay.

Spinning on his heel, he strode toward his carriage. At least he could get to the club and lose himself in the piles of work awaiting him.

“You made it too easy to find your weakness,” Bill called. “All I had to do was create a threat at the club and she came scurrying out on your arm.”

Clay drew to an immediate halt and slowly faced the assistant superintendent. “What do you mean, you created a threat at the club?”

“Your boy at the door. He never knew what hit him. You assumed there was an intruder and sent your paramour off in a carriage, protecting her from harm. That’s how I knew you were screwing her.”

The attack on Kid Johnny had been . . . Bill’s doing? Goddamn him. There hadn’t been an intruder. Bill had wanted to see if Florence was inside the casino and expose the affair.

Rage filled Clay’s veins and his muscles bulged. He lunged for Bill, intent on taking him down, and they collided and crashed onto the walk. Clay’s hands were fast and he got in two jabs to Bill’s chin before the policeman fought back.