Just what the fuck did Guy think he was on to? They could rifle through anything they wanted in the parsonage and all they would find was boring church financial records. Of course Guy could probably invent something.
"No," Tuck frowned. "No enemies," he said through gritted teeth. And then Guy stood and punched him in the gut. He doubled over, breathing through the pain. Every single muscle was twitching to retaliate, but if he did, Guy would arrest him. So he took it, curled in pain.