I asked. “And what does any of this have to do with Giovanni?” “Who’s Giovanni?” “My boss. Well, he’s my ex-boss now, but—wait, don’t you know?” “I’m talking about Genevieve Girard. She wants to use my contacts, she’s going to have to pay the piper. I’ll give her a few more days while I’m in San Francisco, but you tell her I’m not going to wait forever. If she doesn’t do business with me soon, she’ll be out of second chances.” “But, Mr. di Sali—” I started, but the call disconnected. I stood up. I felt like I was three steps behind a master plan that involved a handful of unrelated people. I kicked the blue felt mouse across the floor of the fabric store. Needles chased it and pounced. He chewed on the tail while I chewed on my thoughts. Topo sounded like he was threatening Genevieve, but he also sounded like she owed him something.
