Chapter 18
It was a wonder that I slept at all that night. The pace of recent events had distracted me from the threat of Denning. He knew where I lived and could easily find me by staking out the building and waiting downstairs. He used to be good at watching without being seen, and probably was still. I was facing two imminent dangers, each as fearful as the other. Denning and Tattoo Face. Which would get to me first?
My mind kept churning over the recent events. Perhaps the missing link was Stan Seebold. Why would he have paid a quarter of a million dollars to keep me out of prison? Was he after the ten million dollars of missing bonds, or was something else stolen, and he assumed that I had it? But I hadn’t heard from him, and Tattoo Face only demanded the bonds. Of course, that coul
