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Laro hung the radio on his spacesuit. “What do you think, Reg?”
“Yes. I’m going to get to work,” Reggie Trullo said, walking away toward the mysterious sarcophagus.
“No, that’s not what I’m talking about. What do you think of the new development? That ship of er… the smugglers?”
Trullo started laughing. “What were you going to say? My colleagues’ ship?”
Laro laughed about it himself. “You said yourself that you had nothing to do with it.”
“That’s right. That’s right. I do have a hunch who’s behind it. And that’s not good news. Not for us and certainly not for Giorgio Faenza.”
“Are you afraid someone’s trying to kick his a*s? That someone is trying to undermine his position?”
“What if it were, Laro? Would you, as a ‘loyal and docile employee,’ come to the aid of Don Faenza?” Trul
