Chapter 11
Nick gave the place a quick visual, not missing how Witze looked between Nick and John, pulling his eyebrows together and then glancing at Jimmy. This house wasn’t as big as the basement house he and Witze used. There was one bedroom, a small bath, and the kitchen and sitting room was one space.
“How many of these houses are there?” Nick asked.
“Lots, but we have about a dozen scattered throughout the city,” Witze said.
“That’s interesting, but can we get to the business of getting my son out of prison?” John snapped, just as charming as Nick remembered him to be. He strode across to a round table with four chairs sitting closer to the kitchen. John unrolled several lengths of paper and leaned over them.
“Todd’ll be in one of these sections.” His finger stabbed at a few points on one of the papers.