Chapter Thirty-six
It was early in the afternoon, Sunday, November seventh. It had been three days since Donald McCloy was pronounced dead in the laneway next to his famous Rockefeller nightclub. Sam and I were seated around the Saunders’s dining table with Janet and her parents. I was there to formally disclose my findings on the case of how, and why, Brodie and Carol were murdered. I told the Saunderses about the demise of the Boss of the Cross, and the arrest of Tommy, Willy and Eugene on that Thursday afternoon.
Tommy had cut a deal with the cops and told them about the night of the Brodie murders. He spilled his guts on how Joey had shot the couple and set it up to appear as a murder-suicide, all on the orders of Donald McCloy. Ricky was also rounded up to corroborate his connection
