Chapter 32: A New JobCHAPTER 32
A NEW JOB
Brooklyn—3 Years Ago
It was Friday morning, which meant we headed for Cataldi’s for breakfast. As soon as Tony walked in, one of the waiters hustled to get espresso, and another plopped the daily crossword on the table in front of him.
“Sit across from me, Nicky.”
“Still doing those crosswords, huh?”
“Can’t afford not to be sharp in my business.”
“Tony, I need to get a job.”
Tony set his pen on the table, leaned closer. “Nicky, I know we haven’t talked about it yet, but you know that money from selling the house?”
A rotten feeling gripped me, but I held back, expecting a sad tale of investments gone sour. “What about it?”
“I invested it for you, along with some of my own stuff.” He leaned forward, whispered. “We’re doing good. You got eno
