New York was hot and muggy when we landed at JFK, and I was more than ready to climb in the back of the limo when it arrived on the tarmac.
“He’s in town,” Niccola said as he climbed inside the car and removed his suit jacket.
“Good.” I knocked on the partition for the driver to take the detour. I pointed the air vent at me and tried to focus. The heatwave that was smothering the west coast had now reached us.
“I’ll wait in the car.” Vinni tapped his knee, nervous as always whenever we met up with this particular man. “The guy gives me the creeps.”
“You killed for the mafia this morning, you have friends in the Mexican Cartel, but yet this guy gives you the creeps?” Niccola rolled his eyes, and I smirked behind my hand.
“Yeah, he does.” Vinni’s heel started to tap rapidly. “I get you’
