Chapter 23: $106,000 Blood Money

$106,000 Blood Money I “I’m Tom-Tom Carey,” he said, drawling the words. I nodded at the chair beside my desk and weighed him in while he moved to it. Tall, wide-shouldered, thick-chested, thin-bellied, he would add up to say a hundred and ninety pounds. His swarthy face was hard as a fist, but there was nothing ill-humored in it. It was the face of a man of forty-something who lived life raw and thrived on it. His blue clothes were good and he wore them well. In the chair, he tw…