INTERMISSION
Carolyn
"The good news is there's no sign of problems at the lodge," I say into my phone as I watch Lucca's youngest son at the other end of the bar. He's drinking heavily with at least four bodyguards. Two huge guys flanking him, two being not-so-inconspicuous at a nearby table.
They haven't noticed me, which makes me ashamed for them.
"No sign of Di Lorenzo?" Daniels sounds annoyed. He suspects he's sent me in the wrong direction. I do too. The problem is, we know where he'll lay the blame in his report to his superior.
"Nobody even remotely close to his description. I have a guy on the security cameras twenty-four-seven and lodge security is cooperating."
"No chance of someone sneaking in from outside? Things are dead in Boston. Nobody's made a play for the older brot
