From Red Righter . . .
Cuffs was smiling as I entered the North Street Hotel—Elkton’s number-one neighborhood/ downtown drinking establishment. Jimmy, the owner, gave us some space as we settled into Cuffs’ private booth. Cuffs and I were going to be involved in a delicate, no-nonsense conversation.
“I hear you heard from Commish Broomell,” Cuffs said, grinning like he had eaten an entire free lunch and was looking forward to an even larger free dinner.
“How’d you know?” I asked.
“Word gets around in this town,” Cuffs said, smiling, obviously waiting for me to add some meaty details onto the bare bones fact he had stated.