Go back to the office and call the client.
I paid my bill and went back to the office. It was late, but I knew my middling mobster wouldn’t mind the disturbance, given it was bringing some sort of good news. I dialed him up at the number he’d left me. “Hello?” he answered sounding awful.
“Roberto? That you?”
He cleared his throat. “Huh, yeah. Who’s asking?”
“Chief, it’s your PI here. You okay over there?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just a tough day at work. Some complications on a recent order.”
“I found your girl, boss.”
“God, that’s great. Thank you so much.”
“Don’t thank me, just doing my job. Listen, say we settle up first thing Friday morning? I bet I can get your lady friend to come in, too.
“That would be amazing. Stupendous. Tremendous.”
“Save the flattery for the girl, buddy.”
Romeo agreed, wished me an excited good night, and hung up. I was the kind of exhausted that only sleep or whiskey could cure, but the first wasn’t an option: I was waiting for another call, so I cracked open a bottle, and gave myself a tall pour.
