“You did what?” demanded Sorrentino as we were sitting across a table from each other, waiting for our beef sandwiches in a Texas Roadhouse toward the center of town. “I found out where they were staying and I paid them a little visit,” I repeated. “Those guys are shooters, Eli! They could have killed you!” I shook my head. “I walked in with my hands up, I didn’t have a gun, and shooting me eliminates the only guy who knows Cincinnati from looking for the diamonds.” “Even so.” “They were never going to shoot me last night.” I paused and then smiled. “Today, maybe . . .” “What the hell did you do?” I told him. “And?” he said. “I heard from Simmons this morning. They got a print off the glass. They should have a name to go with it by tomorrow at the latest.
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