Conversation with a Cop
Wilmington, Delaware
I left the bar with my mind racing, trying to figure out which way to turn. I had Jack as Bobby’s killer, but it would be another thing to prove it. I shook my head, not even believing what I was thinking. Who was I to prove anything? The best I could do was get the information to Borelli and hope he did his job.
That’s what I’ll do, I thought, but I had a funny feeling about it. On the way home I decided to call Bugs and see what he thought. He picked up immediately.
“Donovan.”
His voice sounded stressed, as if he expected bad news, like somebody waiting for a hospital call or something.
“Bugs, it’s me.”
A short pause, then, “Nicky, damn it’s good to hear your voice. How are things? You okay?”
“I’m fine. Just busting my balls trying to
