Chapter Seventy
‘I’m sorry about Angelo and his family but it’s out of my hands. I’ve told you before that word has come from on high that it’s a closed book. I’m to leave it alone.’
Inspector Mike Gordon had initially refused to meet with Matthew but, when reminded of Rose and the children, he had reluctantly agreed, albeit for only five minutes. They sat at the rear of the Greek coffee lounge where Matthew had met him previously to ask for the check on Joe’s garage.
‘I’ve got some news,’ Matthew said. ‘Who can you trust in Internal Affairs?’
Gordon narrowed his eyes. ‘Why do you ask?’
‘Someone told D’Ascenzio about the phone tap and also Joe’s garage.’
Gordon paused until his coffee and Matthew’s tea arrived, then waited until the old Greek yiayia had slowly shuffled away before he
