“How about this afternoon?” I said.
***
“This is crazy,” I said in the car on the way. “What can they possibly throw at me? And why do they think I’ve committed a crime?”
“Whatever it is, Alex,” said Jeff, “they’re not going to do this unless they have some serious evidence. I want you to be prepared.” Jeff had insisted on coming.
“That can’t be true,” I said. “I bet Luca’s just told them a pack of lies.”
But Jeff looked out of the window as we got to the station. “Like I said. Just want you to be prepared.”
I couldn’t remember if I’d even been inside a police station before, but it wasn’t like I expected. The Fraud Squad had its offices at the 19th Precinct these days. It was a comfortable, clean looking place, with a white linoleum floor and a big, heavy desk.
When we got there, I
