49Girardi paid the cashier at the underground parking garage and walked away from the window and Tommy Tanner. The men had not spoken since leaving the FBI office. He slipped a few dollars to the attendant and stepped up into the front seat, hesitating before releasing the door lock to admit the former agent.
“Cute,” Tanner said as he lifted himself into the SUV.
Girardi looked at Tanner sideways as he nosed the car into the flow of Manhattan traffic. He selected a CD channel and pressed the volume button on the steering wheel to elevate Electric Light Orchestra’s Turn to Stone.
“Do you want to talk?” Tanner raised his voice too.
Girardi paused the song and looked at Tanner. “Let’s just listen to music for a while. We have time to hash things out.” He turned the volume up again and dro
