Lindsey let out a long, deep breath. “I think they’ll get Castellini, but it won’t be fast and it won’t be easy. It’ll probably take as long to get Castellini as it will to get the insurance money back from the Italian government. And as for Castellini’s pal Randolph Amoroso.…”
Berry looked at him, waiting.
“If anything good comes out of this, at least Amoroso doesn’t get his magic talisman. I don’t know if that will stop him from getting into the Senate, but it just might. It just might. And Oliver Shea can go to Washington and try and do some good. Let him pretend to be Jimmy Stewart.”
Petrus Berry said, “All politics is s**t, Hobart.”
Lindsey said, “You’ve said that before.”
Berry said, “I’ll say it again. We old guys say the same things again a lot. All politics—”
“Okay,” Lindsey
