Chapter 37: An Unexpected CallCHAPTER 37
AN UNEXPECTED CALL
Brooklyn—2 Years Ago
The Fed-Ex truck took a right on Sixth Street and pulled up to #115. It was a big, three-story house built in the early part of the century. The driver jumped out, envelope in hand, and walked up the steps to the front door. Manny Rosso stepped out of the house and onto the stoop.
“Package for Mr. Martelli,” the driver said.
Manny accepted the envelope, examined it as if it might be a bomb, then inked his name on the delivery slip before disappearing into the house. “Tito.” His voice echoed off the hardwood floors. The kitchen was in the back, and it had a huge eating area surrounded by bay windows.
Tito sipped cappuccino while he read the paper. It was well past the acceptable hour for cappuccino—at lea
