“Ramos, my bassist back when, knew Gino from Jersey days, when Gino was playing business manager for a couple of rock bands for a short stint. The guy was always looking for angles and deals. Sis and bro were thick as thieves then, and had been from babyhood through adulthood, until something went really wrong.”
“What?” Linda and I leaned forward excitedly.
He shook his head. “Ramos only mentioned it in passing one night, when we were chatting about people we had in common.”
“Is Ramos around?” Linda.
“He"s living in Tennessee these days.” Jon appeared to be mulling something as he gazed around the bar. “I could give you his number, but—”
“We can give you another fifty to compensate for the trouble,” I assured him. “We don"t expect you to—”
“Hey, it"s not that I want the money,” he de
