Second Thoughts
Wilmington, Delaware
I went to bed that night in an agitated state. Borelli shook me up, not because I thought he could catch me—he wasn’t that smart—but he gave me reason to think about what I’d done. What was wrong with me? I had a new life and I was risking it for a piece of s**t like Marty Ferris. Suppose it hadn’t been Borelli? Suppose it was a good cop investigating, like Bugs. As I stared at the ceiling with my hands under the pillow, I made up my mind. I’d let Marty go. With that resolved, I prayed that Marty was still alive.
I got up at five and started water brewing for espresso while I took a quick shower. I didn’t like missing my morning run, but I figured a day or two here and there wouldn’t hurt. Angie popped into the bathroom while I was drying, a curious
