Divorced and Rekindled (Once Divorced, Twice Loved)
Pulling my phone out of the breast pocket of my jacket, I add, “Pay for the funeral and give his wife fifty thousand. God knows she needs it after putting up with him for so long.”
Big Ricky comes into the office as Tiny leaves. “The girl left with her brother.”
I nod as I scroll through all the emails and messages. “I don’t think she’ll talk,” he mentions.
I nod again while I look at the meeting scheduled for Tuesday at five
p.m. Every two weeks, the five heads of the Cosa Nostra meet. In the beginning, it was to keep the peace, but over the years, we’ve become friends. Now we play poker while talking business.