They had stopped on the sidewalk to shake hands and say goodbye, and soon were heading in different directions.
Carter still wasn’t sure if the old guy was Fratelli. It had been years since Carter had last seen him, but the manlookeda lot like him. The problem was the nose. It wasn’t the one he remembered Johnny sporting. But then again, noses could be changed.
Once the two men were out of sight, he called his brother.
“Do you remember a few years ago someone was looking around for Johnny Fratelli?” he asked.
“Fratelli? Jeez, I haven’t heard that name in a while.”
“Do you remember or not?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Who was it?”
“Hell, I don’t know.”
“Think. This is important.”
The line went silent for a few seconds. “It was that Ricky guy, wasn’t it?”
“That’s it! Ricky Gennaro. Didn’t he offer a reward for anyone who found him?”
“I think so, though I don’t remember how much.”
“Do you know if he ever found Fratelli?”
“How would I know that?”
“Forget it. Thanks, man.”
“Hey, wait. Why are you askin’? Didyoufind Fratelli?”
Carter grinned and said, “See you at Mom’s this weekend,” then hung up.
Chapter 5
Joan stepped into Stone’s office.“Your four o’clock is here.”
He looked up from his computer. “I wasn’t aware I had a four o’clock.”
“Sara Hirschy. You told me you’d meet with her as soon as she was able. She’s able now.”
That had indeed been his instructions, but he had assumed it would be a few days before the meeting would occur.
“Show her in. Oh, and please bring me a copy of the list.”
Joan was back in a flash with Stone’s new client in tow.
He came around his desk and extended his hand. “Good afternoon, Miss Hirschy. I’m Stone Barrington.”
They shook.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Barrington.”
With curly, dark brown hair that hung to her shoulders, sparkling eyes that were a blend of hazel and green, and a youthful complexion, Sara looked even younger than her twenty-eight years.
“Call me Stone. I hope to be not only your attorney but also your friend.”
