Chapter 8“We’re going where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Jimmy McSwain, last I knew, you don’t do surprises.”
“For you, maybe I do.”
It was the only information Jimmy would impart about the ensuing evening he planned for himself and Frisano, and no amount of coaxing from the other end of the phone line was going to alter that. Jimmy, inside his office amidst a few open files spread out across the floor, looked away from the work of a dedicated detective and smirked like a man awaiting a hot night with his lover. All work made Jimmy a dull boy.
“Guess I’m going to have to be patient,” Frisano said. “Because right now Mamma Celeste is barking at me, telling me it’s dinner time.”
“Her name is not Celeste, Frank.”
“It’s Beverly, actually. Beverly O’Rourke Frisano.”
“Which is where you get you
