We wait.
For sure, Larry’s on his way, but how long will it take for him to get here?
Where’s Michael?
But I already know the answer. He’s in the hotel and we can’t expect him to return until at least early afternoon.
De Palo paces the room. Checks his watch. Paces again, strutting around the room, the smirk barely concealed.
“So, what happens now?” I ask.
“We wait. I’m sure Larry will put in an appearance before too long. I’m assured on the best authority that he’s very attached to his family.”
attachedDe Palo roams the lounge. “Nice place you"ve got here. Your Larry"s done well for himself, living in a place like this. Still I"m sure he"s worth plenty.” He lifts the cut glass stopper from a decanter, sniffs. "Nice." He helps himself to a glass. “Toni. Vito. Help yourselves. Carlo.
