He’d jumped through hoops to get hold of Art Pearson/Carmella Sunday’s accounts this fast, but the news was good. The rumor he’d heard at the club, that Carmella had been into blackmail, looked to be true. The she-male had been depositing ten thousand dollars in cash, split into two accounts, eve...
Jim Bond’s head appeared, followed by his tall, muscular body. Tonight’s attire, a pale blue golf shirt and black slacks, was trim and dress casual, as usual. He stopped on the top step and glared at Rudy, but he showed progress by not reaching for his weapon. “If you want Arlene, I’m afraid you’...