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“There has been another death here at the house, and the local police were involved once more. This is not the performance I would expect of the man who would replace me. One thing we have always prided ourselves on in the Organization is our discretion.”
“I think you know much more than you’re telling me,” Shane said.
Wilson looked at him without reaction. “Of course I know much more than I tell you. That is the nature of my job. To know, to give orders, and to take responsibility.”
“I take responsibility—” Shane began, but Wilson cut him off.
“You are answerable to me. I am answerable to many others and you are my responsibility. This is something you need to understand about my job.
“The FBI is not pleased we took their information regarding Casey Dean and squandered it,” Wilson continued. “I do not like having to explain myself to the FBI. I am tempted to pull you from this operation. Casey Dean has been a thorn in our side for years, we gave you the two best opportunities we’ve ever had, and you fumbled both of them.”
Carpenter leaned forward. “Third time is the charm.”
“Unfortunately,” Wilson said, “I don’t?—”
“We’ve got a line on Casey Dean,” Carpenter said.
Wilson stared at Carpenter in silence for several seconds then turned to Shane, who had used all the self-control he had to refrain from also staring at Carpenter. “And that is?”
“Carpenter developed it,” Shane said, “so it would be best if he explained it.”
Wilson folded his arms. “I’m waiting.”
“We’ve got Casey Dean’s cell phone number,” Carpenter said. “And Casey Dean has called a blind number on Shane’s phone that he set up. Dean seems to enjoy taunting us. We can turn that against him. He’s using a bounce signal with his cell phone, so we can’t use towers to track his exact location. But I can set up three receivers in the area and triangulate his location.”
“If he answers his phone,” Wilson said.
“He’ll answer,” Shane said.
“Why do you think that?” Wilson asked.
“Because we’ve suckered him into being overconfident.”
“Good plan,” Wilson said with a bland look on his face. Cerise and Hot Pink picked up some volume in their vocals, and Wilson’s eyes went past Shane. “We have company.”
Shane looked over his shoulder and saw Joey ambling down the dock, dressed in his usual black slacks and red shirt.
“How you guys doing’?” Joey asked as he arrived.
“Mr. Wilson, this is my uncle Joey,” Shane said, getting to his feet to do the introductions. “We’re having a meeting, Joey,” he added pointedly.
Joey nodded at Wilson and sat down on the bench. “You’re Shane’s boss.”
“Yes. And you’re Joey Torcelli who used to work with Frankie Fortunate “
“That was long ago.”
“The past catches up to us.”
“Something catching up to you?” Joey asked.
“Time,” Wilson said, “catches up to everyone.”
Shane glanced down at Carpenter, who raised his eyebrows. At any minute, Shane thought, one of them is gonna say, “The crow flies at midnight,” and then I’m gonna shoot them both.
“Sometimes things come full circle,” Joey said.
“Sometimes,” Wilson said.
