Mrozinski
Frankie picked up the phone on the third ring. “Hello?”
“Donovan, I thought I told you to stay out of this, and to keep your friend out of it?”
“And I did,” Frankie said. “Why?”
“Smiles is dead. Murdered.”
“s**t. Well, I can tell you I had nothing to do with it, and Nicky isn’t even in town.” Frankie didn’t want to say Nicky had nothing to do with it, because he might have, despite not being in town.
“It’s a hell of a coincidence that Smiles turns up dead after we talk about him. And you know what I think of coincidences.”
Mrozinski hollered for a refill on his coffee. “Get me some more. Black is fine.”
“If you recall, Mrozinski, it was me who told you about Smiles. If I had wanted him dead, I wouldn’t have given you the lead.” Frankie let the silence sit. “And Nicky’s th
