That evening Jim told Maria of his phone call and of how Paolo wanted to talk to him in his office. Maria said, "don’t forget, like me he is Italian and so was that guy Franco so maybe he knows more than you think, I mean Palluchi’s is a well known eating house and a lot of business goes on while people are eating.” The story Jim was about to hear on that cold, wet February morning sent a chill down his spine since he found it so hard to believe a friend like Tony was capable of doing some of the things he heard. As it unfolded it sounded like something from a film rather than real Iife. After shaking hands with Paolo Jim asked him to take a seat. "Er coffee, or is it tea, Paolo?" he asked as the short, balding Italian sat down.
"Er, coffee please Jimmy, no sugar, got to wat
