“If we go in now,” I raged, “not only do we have to go through a bunch ofCosa Nostrafuckheads, we gotta go through those goddamn cops! ANDTHEYCAN CALLBACKUP!”
“So we wait.”
“I’VE BEEN WAITING FOUR FUCKING YEARS!” I screamed. “I’MDONEWAITING!”
Lucrezia looked at her phone. She lookedpissed.
“The Russians are almost there,” she said coldly.
“You said they were supposed to be there anhourago,” I sneered.
She ignored me. “If you’d just stayed at the farm like Itoldyou, we could have killed everybody in the house.”
“Dario Rosolini isn’tinthe fucking house,” I snarled, and pointed savagely at the hospital. “He’s in THERE. I can FEEL it.”
“Well,” she said mockingly, “if you want to try your luck with all those cops, be my guest.”
I thought about breaking her nose.
The bitch deserved it, that was for sure.
But it wasn’t worth the trouble it would cause. Once she started screaming, somebody out on the street would hear. They’d call the cops over, and then we’d be –
WAIT.
Hold on a second…
“Ciro,” I said, “get Cicciobello on the phone.”
He pulled out his cell and dialed.
“The boss wants you,” he said, and handed it back to me.
“What are you doing?” Lucrezia asked distrustfully.
I ignored her. “Where are you?”
“Uh…”Cicciobello said, and he paused like he was looking around for landmarks.“Someplace in the old part of town. I think we’re near the Ponte Vecchio.”
The Old Bridge.
“There a lot of people where you’re at?” I asked. “Tourists ‘n shit?”
“Yeah – why?”
“Can you drive across thePonte Vecchio?”
“Nah, it’s, like, a bunch of jewelry shops ‘n shit.”
“Shops on a bridge?” I asked in confusion.
“Yeah, it’s fuckin’ weird.”
“If you and the boys were on foot, could you get across the bridge and escape on the other side of the river?”
Lucrezia sat up in alarm. “What are you doing?”
“I mean, yeah, I guess,”Cicciobello said.“I could probably tell the cars to drop everybody off where I am… then they could take another bridge across the river and meet us on the other side.”
