Chapter Four
I wait three minutes before slipping out the door and heading back to the gala. Harrison pounces on me as soon as I re-enter Kirkwood Hall. “Where’ve you been, man? We’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Taking care of business,” I deadpan. “Do we have a table?”
“Stockton’s out tonight. But I’ll be there, and so will Templeton.”
“Who else?”
“Ferrari’s in.”
My gut clenches. “I didn’t know he was in town?” Vincent Ferrari is a dirty, slippery sonofabitch. I’m pretty sure his real-estate company is a shell organization. But he pays his dues on time, and as far as I’m concerned, his money is as good as anyone else’s — even if I think he’s a bigger asshole than me — which is saying something.
Harrison’s lip curls in disgust. “He’s over at the poker table. Honestly, I don’t u
