“Okay, I think I get the picture. So what did you find?”
“Something very interesting.” Jake took a sip of wine. “What is this?”
“Chianti.”
“Can’t be. I don’t like chianti, and this is nice.”
“Can we postpone the oenology until later, professor, and get on with your report?”
“Oenology? You’re the one who sounds like a professor.” He grinned. “And I’m reporting, am I?”
“I’m glad you’re able to tease about this. Last I heard your career was about to go down the crapper.”
Jake took a deep breath. “It still could, I suppose, but maybe not. I know this highly-placed copper who may have underworld contacts that might take out the odious Pittston.”
“Jake, come on. You’re still teasing me.”
“I’m sorry. I think I must be a little giddy.”
“So tell me!”
“Okay. Twice last year, once each sem
