James and I returned to LA, and picked up Sandra from my parents' house, and by the time we got back to my place, it was nearly midnight.
Since getting off the plane, I hadn't received any messages or calls from Eddy. When I tried calling him, it always went to "No answer," and eventually, "Phone is off."
On the way back, James had asked Wilson. Wilson also hadn't heard from Eddy, but he mentioned that both the FBI and NYPD had sent people to LA, ready to have a "good talk" with Eddy.
I bit my fingernails, pacing the living room. James sat silently on the side, smoking.
Despite being in a warm and familiar home, I felt inexplicably surrounded by a stifling atmosphere.
A major conflict seemed imminent, with all focus on Eddy.
What exactly did Ellis take from the NY mafia that would ca
