Casey saw the man lying there, the cloak halfway off his body, the rest of him exposed. “Oh, Remy, what have you done?”
“Shut up, Casey,” Remy said, drool slipping out of the side of his mouth. “f*****g jerk. It’s all your fault, dragging me back to the city, making me…making me see him, and then doing your stupid bidding…”
Jimmy saw a crestfallen look on Casey’s face, realization of what more had been exposed.
“You sent the letters to yourself,” Jimmy said with conviction. “You had Remy dress up in the cloak to deliver them, a mystery man in the night. I’m guessing it was meant as a harmless prank—publicity for your show?”
“I was just trying to get Welly’s attention. To get the word out about the show.”
“So why hire me?”
“Welly’s idea. He wanted to keep it quiet, and said he knew of
