Albano kept his eyes on Blake, a clear warning not to react.
“Maria’s stripper friend here must be a dead-ringer for your wife, Albano, because the dirty old man next door sure as hell can’t tell the difference. Suspicion avoided. Mission accomplished.”
Albano shifted his eyes off Blake and back to Sean.
“Yeah,” Sean said. “You borrowed goddess number two here from the strip joint—offered her an irresistible payday to lounge around in a bikini with a pair of sunglasses, and go through the motions—no questions asked. But there is one question left: Why? Why kill your wife and Bobby?” Sean nodded. “But that answer’s not all that hard to figure out, is it? Young, hot woman. Old, decrepit man. Young, strapping pool boy.”
“Let me shoot him!” begged Blake, incensed. “Him. Her. The other assh
