Chapter Forty-TwoThe sun had set when we stepped out of the club. A line had formed at the entrance, but Bruno didn't acknowledge the people gathered before he stepped back inside and locked the steel door. Jonas gave us the number of a few members from the other pack, located somewhere in South Burlington, Vermont.
“Are we going to Vermont, then?” I asked as I climbed into the passenger seat.
“No, we're checking the bar and dives where I heard Remo's agents are congregating.”
“What about the one Farkas mentioned? Stars?”
“It's already on my list.”
Diggy stayed grim all the way to Gentle's, a neighborhood bar in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn, just at the corner of Clinton Street and Atlantic Avenue. But there was nothing to find there, and around nine-thirty we drove past a quiet neighborhood
