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CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER FIVE Richie gripped Rebecca's hand and then draped over their joined hands and handcuffs a dark blue pullover sweater he had picked up at his house. “That works,” he said. “That looks dumb. Nobody carries a sweater that way,” she protested. “Yeah, it's weird, but it's better than letting anyone see the cuffs. It looks less strange if we stand close together.” “Terrific.” The word was a sneer. He kept her close as they walked up to the doorman of a high-rise apartment on the east side of Telegraph Hill near the waterfront. Richie's friends had found Danny's goomar's apartment, and they were there to talk to her. “We're here to see Miss Fontana,” Richie said. “Vito Grazioso and friend.” “I'll let her know some guests have arrived.” The doorman picked up the phone and spoke sof
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