CHAPTER 27
Elizabeth Rhineman arrived at Detroit International Airport and went directly to the Hertz counter, where she rented a Chevy Impala. She drove to Birmingham, a suburb of Detroit and parked in front of her Uncle Paul’s modest two-story home. She was met at the door by her Aunt Giovanna, a short, dark-haired, plain-looking woman wearing a simple, black linen dress; she was weeping.
“My God Elizabeth, what happened? I can’t believe my sons Paul and Frankie are dead.”
“It was business that went bad, Aunt Gio. It should never have happened.” They walked into the fussily decorated living room and sat down on the brown-tweed sofa.
“I got a call from the police,” said Aunt Giovanna. “Paul and Frankie’s bodies are being brought up on the train.” She started to cry again.
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