Callahan
I consult my watch, adjust my cuff link.
She has four minutes.
It's cooler today than it's been, a storm slowly rolling in. I watch the clouds as I think about the afternoon. My uncle is pissed I wouldn't tell him where the wedding would take place.
I don't want him there for a stupid reason. I don't want him to see my mother's ring on Portia's finger.
Lenore must have mentioned that Father Michael would be performing the ceremony. He thought that was dramatic and unnecessary.
I told him I needed it to be done right. In a church with a priest. No city hall. I told him I didn't want the cartel thinking it's not a real marriage. Not that I really think they would. We'd be legally married in a ceremony at civil hall too.
The men have secured the chapel, sir," Dante says to me.
