“So let me get this straight. You don’t know anythin’ about Marconi’s money. You didn’t see nothing and no one paid you to see nothing.” Clint walked round the man handcuffed to the chair. The man’s face was bruised and fresh blood darkened his shirt. “And yet Marconi’s money is still missing. We’ve established what you don’t know. Now we’re going to figure out what you do know. Larry, I don’t think he needs his little finger, do you?”
“No. Wait. Ya gotta believe me. I didn’t see nothing, like I told ya. Really.” Larry meanwhile picked up the garden cutters. He turned them in the light from the bare bulb overhead so the guy in the chair could see how shiny they were. The blades in particular. He took the little finger of the left hand where there was a gold ring and placed the snips aroun
