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"I happened to be with a lady," Mr. Baltazari said, just a little uneasily. "I had her do it for me."
"Can this lady be trusted?"
"She's a divorced lady, Mr. S. With a kid. She has a hard time making out on what they pay her at the phone company, so I help her out from time to time."
Mr. Savarese nodded, and Mr. Baltazari went on.
"She struck up a conversation with this guy, like I told her, and come back and told me he's a corporal, working at the airport, and that he just come home from Vegas, where he won a lot of money…"
"How much?"
"I don't know exactly, but he was talking about buying a Caddy, so I figure fifteen, twenty big ones, maybe a little more."
Mr. Savarese nodded his understanding again.
"So I figured this was one of those times when you have to do something right away, or forget it," Mr. Baltazari went on. "So I sent the lady back to the cop and told her to tell him she has an uncle who has a car lot who would give him a good deal."
"Is this police officer married?" Mr. Savarese asked.
"I don'tknow, Mr. S. He told Antoinette he's a bachelor."
"It would be better, if he was married," Mr. Savarese said.
"I'll find out for sure and let you know, Mr. S. Anyway, I figured if this wasn't such a hot idea, no harm. So I called Joe, and told him…"
"What you should have done, Ricco," Mr. Savarese said, "was call me and let me talk to Joe."
"I wasn't sure if you would have time to talk with me today, Mr. S."
"Joe called me," Mr. Savarese said, "and asked exactly what was going on. I didn't know, and that was very embarrassing. So I told him I would talk to you and get back to him."
"If I stepped out of line, Mr. S., I'm really sorry. But like I said, I figured no harm…"
Mr. Savarese interrupted Mr. Baltazari by holding up the hand with the fork in it.
"Gian-Carlo," he said. "Get on the phone to Joe. Tell him there was a slight misunderstanding. Tell him I have absolute faith in Ricco's judgment."
Mr. Rosselli laid down his knife and fork and pushed himself away from the table.
"There's a pay station in the candy store on the corner," Mr. Savarese said.
"Right, Mr. S.," Mr. Rosselli said.
When he had gone, Mr. Savarese laid his hand on that of Mr. Baltazari.
"Ricco," he said. "This may be more important than you know. This police officer works at the airport? You're sure of that?"
"That's what he told Antoinette."
"Do you recall reading, or seeing on the television, two months back, about the police officer who was killed in an auto accident on the way from the shore?"
"I seem to remember something about that, Mr. S."
"He was a friend of ours, Ricco."
"I didn't know that, Mr. S."
"And he worked at the airport. And now that he's gone, we don't have a friend at the airport. That's posing certain problems for us. Serious problems, right now."
