Chapter Eighteen
Rafferty was thoughtful as he got back in the car. ’Try this for size,’ he said to Llewellyn. ‘What if Joey Briggs came visiting his old pal Sam Gates, discovered – much to his surprise – that he lived in such style, and decide to turn him over.’
Llewellyn turned puzzled eyes on Rafferty. ‘I thought you were set on either Mr Carver or Mrs Briggs as the guilty party.’
‘I was. Still am.’ Probably. Maybe. ‘It’s just that I keep thinking Joey was on his uppers, feeling the pinch, even with twenty grand in his back pocket. But when you’ve been living the high life, especially when it’s on the edge of a big drug baron like Charlie Carver, twenty grand probably doesn’t seem very much at all. Thinking about old times, what would be more natural for a man like Joey than to look
