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“Vito, there’s something going on with the Inspector,” Richie said into his phone the next morning. For some reason, Vito Grazioso, Richie’s friend and “muscle,” always referred to Rebecca as “the Inspector” instead of by name. He even had Richie doing it when they spoke.
“What do you want me to do, boss?” Vito asked.
Good question. Richie had spent most of last evening while at Big Caesar’s mulling over Paavo’s story of a truck nearly crashing into Rebecca. Then, that morning, Paavo called with the news that the traffic cam showed a truck with no visible markings or license plate. The driver not only wore oversized sunglasses and a baseball cap, but kept his head bent in a way that caused the brim of the cap to cover most of his face.
Richie was outraged. And worried.
He wouldn’t h
