“It’s Alfred.” Ridiculous call, his notion. Where’d it come from?
The door cracked, and a face seemed at the back of the little chain. The door closed, then opened huge. Alfred walked in.
“Good morning, Alfred,” Vinnie Cozzo stated warmly. “Would you want espresso?”
“I didn’t come right here for espresso,” Alfred snapped. He located the briefcase at the mattress and stared at Cozzo.
“You’re constantly so anxious, Alfred. Why don’t you relax? There’s no manner you could get stuck.”
“Shut up, Cozzo. Where’s the cash?”
Vinnie pointed to a leather-based purse. He stopped smiling. “Talk to me, Alfred.”
The nausea hit once more, however he stored his toes. He stared at them. His coronary heart beat like pistons. “OAsher, your guy, Jonathon, has been paid 1,000,000 greenbacks already. Anot
