"She sold Michael guns?" "She didn’ t, well, herself, but she hooked him up." Ashley could be in on the straw purchases with Ralph. I wondered about Felicia. Did her disappearance have anything to do with this? "Did she hook him up with Ralph Seymour?" I asked. "Who?" "Who did she hook Michael up with for the guns?" I asked. "Some white dude. His name ain’t Ralph, though." "What is it?" "Said it be Johnny." John Decker, aka Jack Hammer? I immediately thought back to the duffel bag he was carrying. The snapshot of his face as we drove by him last night at the condo complex had imprinted itself in my memory. Had he killed one of those girls or both to cover up his role in all this? Why was he following me? "Do you know how I could reach this Johnny?" I asked Jamond. If Tom hadn’t rounded him up last night, I wanted to make sure he’d be able to find him. "I don’t know." But by the guarded tone, I was certain he did know but wasn’t going to tell. "He doesn’t have to know you told me." I made a lot of empty promises in my job, but this one wouldn’t be hard to keep.
