About an hour later, I’m sitting in the hospital waiting room, sipping coffee and waiting on news of Felice. Not that that’s all I’m doing, of course. There is distribution to take care of for the King Kong shipment, as well as putting the feelers out for Mikey’s friends. I go to the stairwell for this, talking on my burner cell, pausing any time a nurse or a rogue patient sneaking out for a smoke break interrupts me.
I’ve just finished my latest call when I see that Levi is calling. When I answer, I expect it’s to tell me that he and Giuseppe have got Mikey to a safe house for questioning and he’s on his way to the hospital now.
But instead, he says, “Slippery fucker got away, Angelo.”
I tighten my grip on the phone. “How?”
He tells me a story that, if it came from anybody else, I’d l
