“Yeah, that’s why I—”
“It was a rhetorical question.”
“Oh.”
“Go home. I’ll call you when I need you.”
Gennaro hung up, then called his police mole.
“What can you tell me about the accident at Second Avenue and Forty-Ninth?”
“There was an accident at Second and Forty-Ninth?”
“That’s what I hear.”
“Hold on.”
Gennaro waited for nearly two minutes before the cop returned.
“What do you know? Therewasan accident there.”
“And?” Gennaro asked.
“And what?”
“I heard one of the cars was a green Bentley. I have a good friend who has one of those.”
“Why are you calling me if you know all the details already?”
“I only know what I’ve told you. What I don’t know is if anyone was hurt.”
“Let’s see,” the cop said. “According to the initial report, two with minor injuries, and one in serious condition.”
“How serious?”
“How would I know? This ain’t the ER.”
“Can you at least give me the name of the one who was hurt most?”
“Give me a sec.” The cop paused, then said, “The guy’s name is Fredrick Flicker.”
“Well, shit,” Gennaro muttered.
“What was that?”
“Never mind. Call me if you hear anything else.”
Gennaro hung up.
Chapter 36
At the ER, Stone andTamlyn were separated into different rooms. Within minutes, a young woman in a doctor’s coat and a middle-aged male nurse entered the one Stone was in.
After they introduced themselves, the doctor said, “Please remove your shirt and pants.”
Stone complied. The woman gave him a thorough visual examination, then touched his upper chest where the seat belt had draped across him.
He winced.
