Chapters (64)
- Books by Stuart Woods
- Title Page
- Copyright
- CONTENTS
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
“He took two to the head, twelve, fifteen hours ago. No sign of a struggle. Somebody will need to identify the victim.”
“He was my brother-in-law, and his name was Gino Alfredo Parisi,” Jerry said. He gave him Gino’s address and his wife’s name. “I’ll notify her.”
The ME gave him a form to sign, then left.
The two detectives stood up. “We’ll be in touch,” Mills said.
Jerry shook their hands, and they left. Jerry picked up the phone and called his sister. “Maria,” he said, “I’ve got bad news. You’d better sit down.” After that, the conversation was brief.
After Jerry hung up he felt curiously weightless, as if he were floating a few feet above the floor. He would take the day off, for appearance’s sake; he’d get through the wake and the funeral and the weeping relatives, then he’d sit Al down and take the company away from him.
The future looked sunny.
Chapter 25
Joan buzzed Stone. “Pepe Perado on one.”
“Pepe, how are you?”
“Very well, thank you, Stone.”
“How do you find San Antonio?”
“Much as expected—less inviting, since I spent time in New York. I look forward to coming back.”
“I think you may do that without fear, now.”
“Has something changed?”
“Gino Parisi was murdered last night, and two of his henchmen have disappeared. I believe the coast is clear.”
“Then I must have a conversation with my son,” Pepe said.
“When is he coming to New York?”
“He’s not, but I haven’t told him yet—thus the conversation. I’m coming myself, instead, and I’m going to start planning a brewery.”
“Wonderful!”
“I think the boy will be fine with my decision. He was not really looking forward to New York. He’s a Texan, not a cosmopolitan.”
“When are you coming back?”
“As soon as I can square things here. Shouldn’t take long.”
“I’ll look forward to seeing you.” The two men said goodbye and hung up.
Joan came into his office. “Something has changed,” she said.
“Let me guess: the goons aren’t out there today.”
“How’d you know?”
“Because I hear that their employer met a bad end.”
“Ah. You had a call from Cessna while you were on the phone. A Ms. Pili Barker said your airplane is ready for delivery. She says you can start the acceptance inspection anytime.”
“Great news!”
“You want me to call Pat Frank and set up the inspection?”