Poker debts. Right. Good story, and John makes a note to check out with Reese exactly how much the stiff did play. If he was into the deep stuff, it would make things a lot easier.
"Guy got spifflicated, headed in our direction, got in too late," John offers, with a shrug Bobby can't see but can probably hear. "Bad luck on his part, cold night that night, probably thought someone would come along to let him in. Far as I know Mr. Gill never even spoke to the feller."
Plenty of others out there with grudges, though. It came with the territory. Literally. Towertown was a hotbed of blackmail potential.