“Yeah?” Russo looked back at the watch.
Roberto remained silent.
Vito grabbed her by the collar, but Russo stopped him.
“You understand you a gal, gal... Even though to some you might pass as a pretty boy, you still a gal... How much you want for this info, gal?”
“Five thousand. Half in advance, and half after you get the watches.”
Russo glanced at Vito, then studied Roberto’s young, determined face for a moment, smoking his cigar. He pulled out his wallet.
“Boss, I don’t think we... ”
“I don’t pay you to think, Vito.”
Russo counted out twenty five crisp one hundred dollar bills and handed them over.
Roberto pocketed the money, looking nervously at the two men. “Take me to a public place. I’ll tell you where you can pick up the watches.”
They drove Roberto to an Italian restauran
