5
Richie was at Big Caesar’s nightclub talking to the bartender when one of his bouncers came up to him. Lenny Deeds was huge, with short blond hair and a neck about the size of Richie’s waist. Richie had given the fellow a task to do that day, well before the club opened.
“I’m back, boss,” Lenny said.
“Let’s go to my office.”
Once there, Richie shut the office door and offered Lenny a healthy shot of whiskey. Lenny downed it in one gulp.
“What do you have?”
Lenny handed over his digital camera with a telephoto lens. Richie began to go through the photos of everyone coming and going from Sandor Geller’s offices on Octavia Street. In the few photos provided, he recognized no one until, in a photo taken late in the day, he saw a person he knew very well.
“Inspector Mayfield?”
“Yeah,
