Chapter 58: Someone is Waiting
Chapter 58
Someone is Waiting
I finished the dishes, threw the towel into the basket for laundry, then headed for the bedroom, kicking my shoes off by the front door first. A hot bath was in order before I went out. An old Four Seasons song popped into my mind as I walked down the hall, and I started humming, then singing it. The cell rang, beckoning me from where I’d left it on the kitchen table. I thought about letting it go to voicemail, but then turned back and grabbed it.
“Hey, Gianelli.”
I didn’t recognize the voice. “Who’s this?”
“It’s Donovan.”
“Sorry, Frankie.”
“I hope your day has gone good, because I’m going to make it better.”
“I could use that.”
“I got the drugs,” Frankie said. “Twenty-five keys.”
“Are you shitting me.” I pulled out a
