27“Very interesting,” Tommy Tanner said, “but I don’t think it rises to the level of treason.” He took a swallow from a fresh cup of mocha latte Girardi had brought back from Starbucks.
“I didn’t suggest treason was involved.” Girardi waved an almond biscuit.
“I’ll get someone to check out the names you gave me,” Tanner said, “and call you when I know something.”
“If you gentlemen will excuse me…” The legs of Richter’s old wood chair squeaked as he pushed himself away from the table. “I promised my wife I’d take her shopping.”
Girardi held him in a careful bear hug. “Please give my best to Theresa.”
Richter poked his finger into Girardi’s stomach. “Get your butt back here next week.”
Girardi lifted his coffee to both men. “I’ll be here.” He saw Tanner open his mouth but anticipated h
