Chapter 4Monday morning found Jimmy being awakened by the ringing of his cell phone. Curled up in the blankets in his bedroom at his mother’s home, he had enjoyed a rare uninterrupted night of sleep. He might have even dreamed, good stuff. He rarely remembered. His eyes opened when he heard the first ring, because it was true that a private eye was always a phone call away from his next case. Instinct combined with survival. The time was 7:35, and the caller ID said simply, Barone.
“This is Jimmy,” he said.
“You’re up early, McSwain. Changing your bad habits?”
“Actually, you woke me up.”
“Well, since you’re awake then, how about you come in and answer some questions.”
“Regarding what?”
“Did you forget about a certain high-society type who met a bloody end?”
The body of Henderson Car
