I told Leon the story. His eyebrows shot up when I mentioned Cosmo Gentry. " Good ol Jackie Papers," Leon said into his glass. "Tell me about him," I said. Leon settled back against the bar, his ostrich Tony Lamas blocking the entire walk way." Small time accountant type, worked for Fongoul in LA." "I know that much," I said."Used to get loaded at the Great Northern and talk too much. He was washing drug money here and in Boise and Spokane. Used to ski up at Fongoul's Lodge in Kalispell. Liked the good life just a leetle too much."He paused."You gonna pay me that 5 bucks?" I yanked my money clip out and gave him a tenner. "There it is,with interest."He smiled."You must be doing real good in the detective biz,BM. Where was I...so Little Jackie Papers decides to divert some of the dirty cash into a little investment of his own. Set up a little factory on North Ave making and shipping musical instruments. You buy a tiple from him, you get a little something extra. You get a pound of cocaine." He smiled and lit a Lucky, offering me one. "Go ahead. You still smoke right?"

Yeah. My second in the last 20 years." Leon asked me to go on with my story. He busted up laughing at my mention of Patchouli."You mean you played hide the salam with Crazy Carol and lived to tell it? She's Fongoul's #1 Hit Wench." It was all clearing up for me now; the big fog was lifting, but what I was seeing was scaring hell out of me."I'm sure he got wise to Papers and had Carol hit him." "But why try to kill Mom. That doesn't figure." Leon grinned."Blake. How well do you know your Mom anyway?"