Chapter 39: DNA Doesn’t LieCHAPTER 39
DNA DOESN’T LIE
Brooklyn—Current Day
Frankie brushed the snow from his cashmere coat and kicked a dusting off his Moreschi shoes. f*****g goddamn cold weather. He hated snow more than anything, even more than his Irish father and his Sicilian mother, both of whom scarred him for life. He should have gone to Miami or Houston, anyplace where it didn’t snow.
He lit a smoke then sat on the stoop outside of Donnie Amato’s house, careful not to tear his pants. Frankie dreaded the thought of sitting on cold, rough concrete, but he’d have no more contamination of crime scenes. Kate would be there soon. He’d let her have the first look. Soon a car came down the block, pulling up to the curb at a crawl.
Has to be Mazzetti. He drives like an old woman.
Lou
