“Did Paul handle everyone’s paychecks? Even Philip’s?”
“Philip did the grunt work. Paul works the books.”
“Works them, or cooks them?”
“Isn’t Paul your client? Shouldn’t you be asking him all this stuff?”
“Just filling in the blanks. Nice talking with you, Edwina.”
“That’s Ms. Fanconi to you.”
“My boyfriend’s name is Frisano. Guess I’ve got a thing for Italians.”
Jimmy let himself out of the office, returning to the interior lobby. Edwina’s twin was busy typing a document on the keyboard, her eyes focused on the screen in front of her. Interesting that the sisters worked together, just as the brothers had worked together. The Connellys and Fanconis were quiet the familial affair, Irish and Italian intermixing on the mean streets of Staten Island. For Jimmy, he’d always been told thi
