"Holy shit!"
David chuckled and tugged on my hand. "It's not that bad."
"This is a whole lot of people, David." Granted, I knew most of them, but this was insane. Lany didn't need a bigger dining table. He needed a bigger dining room.
Sal, Burke, and Clarke stood next to one of the walls, which had been cleared of all the pictures and now had photos taped to it with lines of different colored yarn going between them.
Lany sat at one end of the dining table talking with Lyn and their friend, Eddie Wu, who was David's cousin and the adopted son of Carlos Gambino, the head of the Gambino mob family, and the adopted nephew of Vinnie Castellano, a former mobster.
Joe was at his laptop at the dining room table with Brodsky leaning over his shoulder. Jerry sat next to them, leaning close enough to read what was on the computer screen while drinking a cup of coffee. Marcus, Lany's full-time bodyguard, leaned back against the wall next to where Lany was sitting.
The one man I didn't recognize sat a few chairs down from Joe with his own laptop in front of him. I pointed to the blond-haired man. "Who's that?"
"That's Jefferson Banks, the district attorney."
I snorted. "No, it's not. Jefferson Banks is like fifty years old, balding, and he doesn't wear glasses."
This guy had glasses.
David's brow was furrowed when he turned to look at me. "You've met with the D.A.?"
"Yes, he called and set up an appointment to meet with me so he could discuss what was happening with the case and why Jean had been let out on bond."
"And you went down to his office at the courthouse?"
"No, I couldn't get away from work. He came to me."
"At the hospital?"
I nodded.
"And you're sure he said his name was Jefferson Banks?"
"Yes, he gave me his business card and everything." I was getting a knot in my stomach. "What's going on, David?"
"One more question," David said. "Do you remember when it was?"
"Vaguely, but I can check to get you an exact date. There was a multi-car pileup that night. That's why I couldn't get away."
"Can you call and find out what night it was?"
"David—"
David pointed to the blond-haired man, who couldn't have been more than forty years old. He didn't even have any gray hair. "That really is District Attorney Jefferson Banks."
My entire body went cold. "What?"
"I don't know who you met with, but it wasn't Jefferson Banks."
"Then who..." I licked my lips, which felt as if they had suddenly gone bone dry. "Who did I talk to?"
"I don't know," David replied. "That's why I need you to find out what night it was so Lyn can hack into their security feed. If we're lucky, they got a recording of this guy and we might be able to identify him."
"Yeah, okay. I need a phone."
David dug one out of his pocket and handed it over. I dialed the nurses' station in the emergency room. "This is Dr. Jones, is Karen there?"
"One moment, Doctor."
