“Long is spilling his guts, isn’t he?” Blood asked as I made a U-turn, drove out of the development, headed for the main road. “He breakin’ the deal he signed.”
“That’s my guess,” I said. Then I told him about O’Connell threatening to have my PI license yanked.
“He can do that s**t?” Blood questioned.
I c****d my head in his direction.
“He’s a major lawyer in New York City,” I said. “He’s got connections. Major connections. He’s pals with the Governor. You ask me, he’s got lots of politicians in his back pocket. Maybe policemen, too. For sure he probably has some of the most powerful lawyers on the planet on his side.”
“Then why he so worried about Long and his mouth?” Blood said. “He can probably get himself out of anything Long reveal. With Mastrullo dead and gone, it be O’Connel
