52

Chapter 52.

Ghost pulled up in his car in the front yard of Don Carianno's apartment.

The premises were heavily guarded by their men. He shut the door, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt, which had a few unbuttoned buttons.

Glancing around, he started walking towards the building, with long and swift strides. The men bowed as he got closer.

"Where's the boss?" He asked, not to anyone in particular.

One of them replied. "At the pool."

Ghost retraced his steps, hurrying to the pool. He found Don Carianno standing next to the pool, in a white flowing shirt and loose black pants. The cool breeze had the fabrics dancing in the air to its rhythm.

He had a blunt between his fingers and was going hard at it, puffing the smoke in the air.

Ghost could sense the melancholic aura hovering around him. Quietly, he went to stand beside him, staring into the dark horizons of the night, hands in pocket. They were both silent.

"You almost lost your right-hand man, son." Don Carianno began