“That doesn’t sound ominous at all,” Dominic said.
Gennaro snorted. “Still the cautious one, I see.”
“It’s kept me alive this long.”
“Whatever you’re planning, I’m in,” Manny said. “I’ll do whatever you need.”
“Thanks, Manny. I knew I could count on you.”
“What kind of job are we talking about?” Dominic asked.
“Taking money from someone it doesn’t belong to.”
“How much money?” Manny asked.
“At least seven and a half.”
Dominic grimaced. “Seven hundred and fifty thousand does not sound like retirement money to me. Especially if we have to split it three ways.”
“Speak for yourself,” Manny said. “I’d be happy with two hundred and fifty grand.”
Gennaro smiled. “Not seven hundred fifty thousand. Seven point fivemillion.”
Both men stared at him, their mouths agape.
“You said ‘at least,’ ” Dominic said.
“I’m thinking we can get double that, maybe even more.”
“Fourteen mil?” Manny said.
“Fifteen mil,” Dominic corrected him.
“Really?” Manny did some quick mental math and smiled. “Oh, right. Fifteen.”
“We’re owed that much at least, but like I said, I think we can get more.”
“What do you mean ‘we’re owed’?” Dominic asked.
Gennaro leaned back. “Gentlemen, I have found Johnny Fratelli.”
“Are you serious?” Dominic asked.
Gennaro nodded. “One hundred percent.”
“Holy shit,” Manny said.
“And he still has all of Buono’s money?” Dominic asked.
“All ofourmoney,” Gennaro correct him. “And, yes. That and more.”
“So, where is he?” Manny asked.
“Right here in the city.”
“No way,” Dominic said. “We looked everywhere.”
“That’s because we were looking for the wrong person,” Gennaro said, then told them about Fratelli changing identities, and how he had married an heiress worth close to half a billion.
