“Sorry for the intrusion, ma’am,” he said politely.
The confused woman on the telephone said only, “Carlos?”
“No, ma’am. Carlos can’t talk right now.”
Orlando then hung up the telephone and dropped a handful of quarters into the coin slot. He dialed the familiar number and the phone started ringing. A moment later, one of Vitelli’s goons answered in the middle of the third ring.
“Yeah?”
“It’s Orlando. I was told the big man wanted to see me.”
“Right, the eggplant. Hold on a second…”
There was a brief rustling as the goon sat the phone down. A moment later Vitelli’s consiglieri, Carmine Perotta, picked up. “Orlando?”
consiglieri, “Yeah. I was told to call in.”
“Right. Mr. V would like to see you. Could you come in tomorrow afternoon?”
“Is it a job?”
“Isn’t it always?”
“How abou
