Another Funeral
Wilmington, Delaware
Detective Jimmy Borelli woke on the first ring of the phone, got out of bed and answered before the third ring. “Borelli.”
“Get dressed, Jimmy. We got a body.”
“Where?”
“Canby Park, the other side of the tracks by the creek.”
“Near the Lion’s Den?”
“Bingo.”
“See you there.”
At the first rays of sunlight Donna woke in a panic. She ran down the hall and banged on Frankie’s door.
“What the hell!” Frankie got out of bed and flung the door open. “Jesus Christ, Donna. Have some respect.”
Tears stained her face. “I told you something happened. He’s not home. There’s no way Bobby would miss Dad’s funeral. No way.”
Frankie furrowed his brow. He had to admit that missing the funeral would be stretching it, even for Bobby. He held her close and talked
