Chapter 2
731 Lexington Avenue: Bloomberg Tower
The backrest of the big, black, leather armchair was facing the entrance to the thirtieth-floor studio, offering a legendary and marvelous view. The highly technological glassed wall was remote controlled to allow the light to dim or shine as desired. Joe Santini’s favorite pastime was to fiddle with this gadget while tossing one of his customary mints around in his mouth, especially while his mind was occupied with his nephew, Benito. Or Ben, as he preferred to be called.
“You have to admit, he managed a pretty good escape, grabbing the girl and taking off like a jackrabbit right out the front door.”
The man speaking about Ben’s adventure was called Valerio Esposito. From a recently immigrated Italian family, he was part of the group cal
