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Pieces were starting to come together, but there were still gaps to be filled. As we’d expected, it was now late enough for dinner, so we called Mike and asked him to meet us at Rosalia’s. There was much to discuss, but Rudy had invited us to eat there with him, or invited himself to eat with us. I wasn’t sure which. Either way, we couldn’t get rid of him after he’d been so helpful. Besides, I had a feeling he knew something else important. I just didn’t know the right question to ask.
Rosalia’s was close, and Richard was unusually quiet on the drive. Rudy’s car was in front of us, and when I saw the sign for the restaurant and Rudy’s blinking turn signal I spoke. “As soon as we get rid of Rudy, we’ve got to put our heads together,” I said.
“As soon as we get rid of Rudy, we’ve got t
