Chapter 15After a few blocks, Marty parked the car and said, “That’s it on the left, the Osteria di Cremona. It’s owned by Signor Moretti. He’s the heard of the local crime family. I’ll wait here and cover the front and be ready for a fast getaway.”
I got out of the car and crossed the street. I began to sweat a little as I approached the front door of the restaurant. I opened it and walked in not knowing what to expect. The room was about 12 feet by 20 feet. There was a bar on the right of the room, with a couple of small tables to sit and have a drink while waiting to be seated in the restaurant on busy nights. Across from the entrance was a large open archway that lead into the dining area. As I walked to the archway a beautiful young woman stepped up to me and asked, “buonasera, quant
