Questions
Wilmington, Delaware
Jimmy Borelli left Frankie’s house and made his way to Fourth Street. He parked across from Teddy’s then walked inside, scanning the place for familiar faces as he made his way toward the bar. He picked a seat near the end, about as quiet a spot as he could find, then signaled for Fred, who arrived a moment later with a cold beer.
“Hey, Jimmy. Ain’t seen you in a while.”
“That’s the way I like to keep it. Can’t let my beer-drinking side get the best of me.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Fred said, and handed him a beer. “What can I do for you? I heard you were asking questions.”
“Trying to find out what happened last night with Bobby.” Borelli set his beer down and eyed Fred while pulling out his notepad. “You want to tell me about it.”
Fred shook his head.
