“I should hope so.”
“Martin,” Armand said to his Chief Beta, “Get Don Ferone on the telephone and tell him I wish an immediate meeting. Tell him I need a favor. That should have him salivating.”
* * * *
Don Ferone sat in the back of his Italian bakery. One of his associates came in from the back room where they headquartered their businesses and told him, “Mr. La Marche’s assistant is on the line. He wants to see you immediately. It seems he needs a favor.”
Ferone frowned. “I have been waiting for this day since that i***t nephew of mine tried to kidnap La Marche’s man, Clavier’s fiancé. I owe him, and now I have to pay up. I can only hope that the price is not too onerous. Tell him where I am and that I’m ready to receive him at any time.”
Don Ferone’s associate spoke briefly into th
