Domenic returned my call at 7:25 a.m. and we made small talk for a couple of minutes—about the lovely warm and breezy weather, the funeral, and post-gathering attendance—before I asked about the photo of him and his brothers signing a document.
“It was a business deal my brothers and I had agreed on and were to be bound by … back in ’78.” Domenic sounded matter-of-fact yet there was something beneath the tone that seemed stressed, or anxious perhaps. “It was … a pledge … a sign of things to come, of moving forward.”
“Because of Mo-Mo Martine’s disappearance perhaps?”
He drew a deep breath. “Johnny was considered a prime suspect, as you know. Things grew … unpleasant … for a while. We pulled back on some intended projects, and then the move to Hawaii happened.”
I sensed by the flat tone
