Page 39 of The First Gentleman

CHAPTER 35

W hat kind of game is DeMarco playing?

Garrett thinks, then asks, “You know who killed Suzanne Bonanno?”

“That’s right. And I also know where her body is buried.”

“Why should I believe you?”

DeMarco smiles again.

“ Integrity Gone. Stolen Honor .”

Garrett feels a weird tingle.

This creep knows his books?

“Don’t look so surprised, Wilson. I’ve got nothing but time in here. I read a lot, nonfiction mostly. I recognized your name when I saw it on the visitor request. Figured somebody with your skills might be able to help me.”

“Help you how?”

“Help me get out of here.”

“And why would I do that?”

“’Cause I think you’re working on another book, and I can help you finish it.”

“Sorry. I already have a collaborator.”

“I’m gonna give you another one. I got a PI in Boston working on evidence to get some of my convictions thrown out. Cut some years off my time. Maybe spring me altogether. You work with him, get me some relief, and I’ll give you what you need.”

From his time at the Globe following cops around for years, Garrett knows every PI from Charlestown to Fenway Park, good and bad.

“Who is it?” he asks.

“Who do you have working for you?”

“Seymour Washington,” says DeMarco.

That’s the last name Garrett wants to hear.