Frankie stretched and looked out at the fast approaching tarmac of JFK International. Then he jostled Vance’s shoulder. “Rise and shine, paisano, we’re here.”
Vance opened his eyes, muttering, “I wasn’t sleeping.”
“You always snore when you’re awake?”
Instead of answering, Vance closed his eyes again, waiting for the all clear from the flight attendants before standing to retrieve his carry-on, handing Frankie his at the same time. After clearing customs, Vance called Stuart to tell him they were ready, and he let them know where he’d pick them up. Fifteen minutes later they were on their way into the city.
“Everything went as planned I take it,” Stuart said while deftly avoiding another car trying to cut off the limo.
“Perfettamente,” Frankie replied before reverting to English again
