CHAPTER NINETEEN“I blew it, I’m sorry.”
Petrus Berry and Lindsey walked westward on 73rd Street. A cold wind picked up and whipped their coats, stung their faces.
“Don’t—” Lindsey was going to say don’t blame yourself but Berry cut him off.
“I’m still a cop. Sometimes being a cop and being a human being don’t jibe at all. How could I do that to those two girls?”
Lindsey shook his head. “It’s done. Over. Give Ester a chance to calm down. We have to talk to Anna Maria again. And her cousin in Italy. What time is it over there? What, halfway across the world, how do they talk to each other, Anna Maria and Mosé?”
“We’ll ask. I’ll ask. I screwed it up and I’ll fix it up.”
They crossed Fifth Avenue and turned downtown, skirting the low wall that set Central Park off from the broad sidewalk
