Murder On the Rocks
“For the next hour or so I sifted through hundreds of pieces of paper: personal and business letters, bills of lading, old news articles, scribbled notes, written statements taken by cops who questioned people suspected of being involved with Capone’s activities. It was fascinating stuff, peppered with occasional references to caches of gold and money hidden away in parts of the city. While nothing pointed directly to any one building, there were obscure references to certain landmarks that made... it easy to see how one might think my building could have been one of Capone’s secret haunts.
When I was done, I grabbed my cell phone and called Duncan. “What’s up?” he answered.
His voice sounded sleepy and the chocolate taste came to me in a rush: rich and sweet, making me long for more. I pictured him in my mind lounging around in bed, his hair mussed, his eyes still carrying hints of sleep. “Did you find something in your stack of papers there?”MoreLess
When I was done, I grabbed my cell phone and called Duncan. “What’s up?” he answered.
His voice sounded sleepy and the chocolate taste came to me in a rush: rich and sweet, making me long for more. I pictured him in my mind lounging around in bed, his hair mussed, his eyes still carrying hints of sleep. “Did you find something in your stack of papers there?”MoreLess
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