Borelli Digs Deeper
Wilmington, Delaware
Frankie got a call from Borelli the next morning, asking him to come to the station. Frankie didn’t want to go, but he knew Borelli wasn’t going away anytime soon. He parked the car, walked across the street and up the steps, making his way to the front desk.
“I’m here to see Jimmy Borelli.”
Ed Mrozinski followed Bugs in, and came up behind him. “Hey, Frankie,” he said and patted him on the back.
“Good to see you again, Mrozinski.” Frankie looked around. “You know where Borelli is?”
“Probably in his office. Follow me.”
Frankie followed him around the corner then down a hall with a worn-out linoleum floor, to what looked to be a small interrogation room. Mrozinski opened the door and pointed inside. “I’ll tell him you’re here.”
Frankie looked
