“Holy—” Ben cut off the swear word Alex had a feeling he’d been about to let out. “May I?”
Nell, wide-eyed, nodded. Ben took it from her as gingerly as if it were explosive.
“What’s wrong?” Sarah asked. “Is that yours, Nell? I’ve never—”
Nell shook her head. “It’s not mine.”
“It’s St. Cyr’s,” Ben said, examining with a look of near wonder. “I’ve seen pictures, but as far as I know, this is the first time it’s been off his hand since Zafiro died.”
Of course Alex had heard the Zafiro stories. The old timers brought him up when one of them complained about their organized crime problem. If half of what they said was true, he made the three geezers look pretty good.
The two women exchanged puzzled looks.
“Zafiro is the guy our three wise geezers used to work for. He’s the one who gave t
