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Carrie picked me up with a sly smile and a gleam in her eye.
“I recognize that look, Carrie. You’ve got something you can’t wait to tell me.”
“You know me too well.” She shook her head, smiling. “Do you remember that I was working on the Vince DiOrio case?”
“The mafia boss?”
She made a face and pulled down on her ear like she did playing charades.
“Sounds like?”
“How about similar to? He acts like a mafia boss, has a reputation as a mafia boss, but we don’t know that for sure.”
“He walks like a duck, talks like a duck, even swims like a duck, but we can’t say he’s a duck?”
“Exactly.”
“Okay. What do you have?”
She approached a corner. “Left turn or right?”
“Left.”
She made the turn. “I was reviewing a file he gave me. Stuck inside was a list of people who owed him money. You
