Security rang with Jonah's arrival, and I told them to send him on up to the house. When I saw his face, he looked shocked like he had some bad news, and I led him into the den. I'd made a pot of coffee, and placed a couple of mugs and some sandwiches on a huge oval tray.
"What is it that you're so desperate to tell me?"
Jonah nervously ran his hands up and down his thighs after sitting on the edge of the sofa. He glanced at me, but he couldn't hold my gaze.
"Jonah, you've come all this way so whatever the fuck it is just spit it out. I'm tired, and I've a ton of better things to do than sit here trying to extract information. Just shoot straight and tell me what it is."
"I'm Tommy's cousin."
At first, I thought I'd heard him wrong, "Tommy? Tommy Azaci? Major ScAlz, Tommy? What the fuck..."