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"Good morning, Mr. S.," Ricco Baltazari said as he carefully shook Mr. S.'s hand. "I got some nice fresh coffee, and I sent out for a little pastry."
"Just the coffee, thank you, Ricco," Mr. S. said, and then changed his mind. "What kind of pastry?"
"I sent out to the French place. I got croissants, and eclairs, and…"
"Maybe an eclair. Thank you very much," Mr. S. said.
"Would you like to go to the office? Or maybe a table?"
"This will do nicely," Mr. S. said and sat down at a table along the wall.
Gian-Carlo Rosselli looked as if he didn't know what he should do, and Mr. S. saw this.
"Sit down, Gian-Carlo, and have a pastry and some coffee. I want you to hear this."
"I'll get the stuff," Ricco said.
When he came back, Mr. S. asked after his family.
"Everybody's doing just fine, Mr. S."
Mr. Savarese nodded, then leaned forward and added cream and sugar to the cup of coffee Ricco had poured for him.
"There's a little business problem, Ricco," Mr. S. said.
"With the restaurant?" Ricco asked, concern evident in his voice. He glanced nervously at Gian-Carlo.
Mr. S. looked at him for a moment, expressionless, before replying and when he did it was not directly.
"I had a telephone call yesterday from a business associate in Baltimore," he said. "A man who has always been willing to help me, when I asked for a favor. Now he wants a favor from me."
"How can I help, Mr. S.?"
"His problem, he tells me, is that the feds, the Customs people, and the Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs people have been making a nuisance of themselves at Friendship. You know Friendship? The airport in Baltimore?"
"I know it, Mr. S."
"He says that he don't think it will last, that what they're doing is fishing, not looking for something specific, but he has decided that it would be best if he didn't try to bring anything through Friendship for the next week or ten days. As a precaution, you understand."
"Certainly."
"And he asked me, would I do him the favor of handling his merchandise through Philadelphia. The point of origin is San Juan, Puerto Rico."
"We don't have anybody at the airport…"
"There are two reasons I told this man that I would be happy to help him," Mr. S. said. "The first being that I owe him, and when he asks: And the second being that I did not want it to get around, and it would if I told him, that at this moment, I don't have anybody at the airport."
"I understand."
"So what I want to know from you, Ricco, how are things going with your friend who works at the airport?"
"I had a telephone call at eight this morning, Mr. S. Our friend was up there last night and he had bad luck, and he signed four thousand dollars' worth of markers."
"You ever think, Ricco, that somebody's bad luck is almost always somebody else's good luck?"
"That's very true, Mr. S."
"So you have these markers?"
