Chapter 47
FROM HIS SIXTH-FLOOR office in city hall, Deputy Mayor Angelo Romano was watching the local news. Romano was tall and broad-shouldered, but his hands were dainty. His nails were perfect and showed no signs of ever having done manual labor. His hair was straight black with signs of gray and held in place by copious amounts of hairspray. His piercing gray eyes hid what his smile lied about. Sitting with Romano was Jimmy Colombo.
“...Ted Arnold was a bike messenger with Zippee Messengers, a local bicycle delivery company.”
“Crap,” Colombo said.
“What?” Angelo Romano asked.
Colombo did not answer.
The TV reporter continued, “...he apparently lost control, and slid into oncoming traffic...”
Colombo stammered, not able to get the words out at first. “Goddamnit! Ragu said it was
