Chapter Twenty-Five
When I reached Vito’s, it took everything within me not to just get out of the car and confront Rey at the restaurant, but I knew that would be a mistake. He’d have police friends in there; people who had maybe once been my friends, but in the course of one short year, had become distant strangers. More than that, I was interested to see where he would go after lunch. If Rey was up to something, it would be best to keep my distance. And the fact that he had not been blowing up my phone to ask me questions about yesterday’s melee made me think that he was in no real rush to talk to me. It made me think he was hiding something.
I parked at the end of the street opposite Vito’s and sat watching for twenty minutes before he finally came out. A few other cops were with hi
