“I can’t. It involves my father, a fifteen-year mystery. Who knows how many other men, fathers, suffered a similar fate.”
Sal crossed his arms, thick trunks against his solid frame. He was still a good-looking guy at his age, a hint of how Frisano might look as he aged. Jimmy stole a look at the captain, a man whom he’d shared a bed with and a man who at that moment looked ready to distance himself from Jimmy. Had he pushed too far? Would Frisano regret his decision in giving Jimmy access to his father? Too bad. He was there. He had to make his point, even if he’d poked a wounded animal. Might as well see how bad the bite would be.
“Tell me what you know,” Sal suddenly said.
“I found another service garage, a chop shop, or a front for illegal smuggling.”
“What do you mean, another?”
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