“You’re the boss,” sighed Giambra. He got up. Edgar waved him out. Then he got up himself, turned, and approached the massive window-wall behind the desk.
He was in one of the tallest buildings in Boston. Though the skyline had none of the charm and grandeur of New York, he’d sacrificed that temporarily to be closer to the action. He could even see Harborview from here, though it was little more that a white dot without binoculars. Still he’d searched it out often enough to find it easily by eye. Doing so helped keep his rage incandescent. Now he ground his teeth, clenched his fists and thought about Kim lording it over his second home and f*****g a bunch of lowlife scum under the mirror she’d flattered him into installing in the master suite.
That gold-digging b***h! Ever since meeting
