An FBI analyst stood to answer.
“We can’t prove a thing but we do have information from a Jersey cab driver that a hood called Tondelli used his garage to t*****e him before killing him. No one outside the police knows this as far as we know.”
Anna nodded her thanks. At least the geek was up to speed. There was a short silence, broken by Christine Jones.
“Great - so we have a foot on the ladder. We can get the FBI on Brennan. As for La Salle, his last fight was surrounded by suspicion wasn’t it?” she asked.
“So, we need an operation to look at La Salle,” said Beaumont Locke.
Anna took a deep breath and tried to suppress the adrenalin pumping into her blood.
“I may be able to help. La Salle is a client of my father. I believe I can get a good insight into him,” she said, hoping she so
