“The three of us shared gin and tonics with light conversation. Summer practice was over and the season for the Vipers was just beginning. Tad, Jamie, and I were excited to work for the ESFL for another three years according to our contracts. We discussed stats, favorite players, and how much money each of the Vipers were making. Jamie and I knew that Tad didn’t spend a single dollar of his earnings as a professional official. Frugal was an understatement when it came to the man. And we also knew that Tad kept a wad of cash inside his apartment, which totaled nine hundred thousand dollars.”
I was numb, speechless.
He looked at me with a steady stare for quite some time, nodded, and added, “I think you know where this is going, don’t you, Johnny?” 56: Pesky
“Who smashed Tad’s head in, you or Jamie?” I asked, wanting to hear his confession, leaving no stone unturned.
He laughed in a boisterous tone again and said, “Jamie Bodice. He wanted the money more than I did.”