“Are you back in town?”
“As of a couple hours ago.”
“Are you working on anything right now?”
“I got nothing lined up until Friday.”
“Perfect. I have a job for you that starts immediately.”
“What do you need?”
“I need you to keep tabs on someone.”
“Who?”
“Stone Barrington.”
“The guy Baker and I jumped?”
“That’s the one, which means you need to make sure he doesn’t see you.”
“I don’t think he ever got a good look at me, so that won’t be a problem.”
“Just be careful, all right?”
“I will, don’t worry about it.”
“I want to know where he is at all times,” Gennaro said. “He’s at home, you tell me he’s at home. He goes somewhere, you tell me what route he’s taking and where he ends up.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Consider me on the job.”
After they hung up, Gennaro found Baker’s number in his contacts, but stopped himself before he made the call. Instead of bringing a freelancer in to do the actual job he had in mind, he could think of two other choices for the role, and he wouldn’t have to pay either a dime.
He punched Dominic’s number, and as soon as Dominic was on the line, said, “What class driver’s license do you have?”
“The regular one.”
“You mean just for cars?”
“Yeah.”
“What about Manny?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Are you with him?”
“He’s next door.”
“Go ask him.”
“Hold on.” When Dominic came back on, he said, “Manny’s got a Class B.”
“Perfect. Put him on the phone.”
