The Irishman Returns
Wilmington, Delaware
I got up early and even passed on breakfast so I could get to work before the boss. I hugged Angie for an extra long time. “Don’t worry about anything,” I whispered so Rosa didn’t hear. “And take care of that precious cargo. I’ll see you tonight.”
“I can’t believe you’re not eating, Dad. You never go to work without breakfast.”
I kissed Rosa goodbye and grabbed my briefcase. “Got a lot to do,” I said and headed out. Before leaving I reminded Rosa to walk home in a group and not to split up until she was at the house. On the way to work, Bugs called with information on the plates.
“The car was registered to Mike Ferrieri from Avondale, PA.”
“Ferrieri? Don’t we know him?”
“Yeah, he’s from the neighborhood. Got a brother named Tim.”
“You got a
