Where Are the Jewels?
Tip paid a visit to Johnny Long. Johnny was a known fence, and he was aware of what was for sale all over the city, even the goods he wasn't selling.
He walked in the door and, at first Johnny looked cautious, then he said, “Hello Tip, how are you?
Tip’s scar twisted into a menacing smile. He knew that it had because he had practiced doing it while standing in front of the mirror. He’d gotten so good at it, that it was now second nature. He could do it on command, like a twitch.
He showed Johnny the picture of the jewelry collection they had gotten from the insurance company.
“Seen these?" Tip asked.
Johnny stroked his head. "Can't say that I have."
"Look again, it might jog your memory."
Johnny looked at the picture again, but he still shook his head. "No suc
