Chapters (46)
- COVER PAGE
- PRAISE
- DEDICATION
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- SNEAK PEEK: EXIT .45
Erin said, ‘Page said Freeman had access to the financial accounts, so he was in a position to move funds around, and make it look like they had liquidity to cover the drug import. And it made me think that maybe Dad had nothing to do with it. Maybe Freeman went behind his back and set up the deal, in the same way Delroy arranged it at his end without Crow knowing. And I was this close to asking Page whether that was the case, and then I didn’t.’ She shrugged. ‘Maybe it’s better not to know.’ She let her head tip back and touch the headrest a couple of times, like nudging thoughts into place. ‘It’s nice to keep the possibility that he knew nothing about it, and he was just innocent the whole time.’ She shrugged. ‘Maybe that’s abdicating duty … duty to truth, I don’t know. But it certainly feels different when it’s your situation. When you’re the one affected.’
Vincent wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He was going to say something about Huntington’s disease, how people with a family history sometimes opted out of the test on the basis it was better not to know, but that was a dumb thing to mention. Probably an anecdote was the way to go.
He said, ‘When I was a kid, my old man had a taxicab company, used to drive mob guys around, mainly Bensonhurst, where we lived. Every now and then, we’d have police come by the house, ask Dad if he’d seen so-and-so, heard anything about such-and-such. And he always told them, all he did was drive people around, he didn’t know anything. But I remember this one time, I must have been eleven or twelve, detectives came by, showed him a photo of this guy and asked had he ever seen him. I don’t know what he’d done but they obviously wanted to find him. I remember waiting upstairs, listening, and Dad telling them he was certain he’d never seen this guy. I kind of peeked out down the stairs as Dad was showing them out, and I remember he looked up and gave me a wink. You know. Clear he’d bullshitted these guys. At the time, I thought it was pretty cool, being in on a secret together. But then it made me wonder what he actually knew, and whether there were other times he just completely lied. But I’ve never asked him. I kind of rigged up this image of a guy who did his job and was none the wiser. And maybe that’s sort of true, and maybe it isn’t. If you asked him now, he wouldn’t even know the answer himself.’
‘Was he in the Mafia?’