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Rebecca was going to be the death of him, that was all there was to it. The day before, after dealing with Carmela, Richie had gotten a call from Vito saying that he had followed Rebecca to a BART train to the San Francisco airport. There, Vito couldn’t follow her past the security gate, but she clearly had a plane ticket to somewhere. When Richie heard this, he tried phoning her. A couple of hours passed before she answered his call. He asked what she was doing, and she lied, saying she was busy in Homicide, that she’d gotten a new case and would have to work most of the night. He was ready to jump into the phone and tell her that he knew she not only was not in homicide, but that she probably wasn’t in the whole damn state.
It took all the composure he could muster—and that wasn’t m
