He drove off, but I sat there, hitting my fists against the steering wheel. Positive Harold had double-crossed me, I decided my pledge of confidentiality was off and called Corrigan. Being so early in the morning, I wasn’t surprised to get his voicemail. I left a cryptic message about the grandfa...
FedEx? I swore the doorknob took ten seconds to turn. The door creaked open. “Michael. What’re you doing here?” I failed to keep my voice level, instead sounding like a wolf baying at the moon. He closed the door behind him. “Your office number showed on my phone. Thought maybe we could talk here...
“What’s up, kiddo?”“How’d you like to help me catch Joey’s killer?” I filled him in on Valcone’s murder.He whistled. “And the body count rises. What do you need?”“Your friend who had that picture of Joey, Valcone and Bucanetti? Could you dig deeper with him and see if he knows the last time Bucan...