A Quiet Dinner
Brooklyn, New York
Frankie went and saw Lisa, and he was right; she didn’t look as good as she had before. He felt sorry for her, but had lingering doubts about her involvement in the murders. For some reason, he didn’t see her as the innocent babe-in-the-woods image she portrayed. There was a cat in the motel room with her. Frankie convinced one of the officers to take it home with him.
He got what he needed from the scene and stopped at the hospital on the way back. Lou was still there.
“Anything new, Mazzetti?”
“She’s a trooper,” Lou said, then, “Why don’t you come in and see for yourself?”
“She’s alive and kicking?”
Mazzetti laughed. “She might kick you when she sees you.”
Frankie and Lou walked into her room. A nurse was just leaving and Sherri was lying there w
