Dead Is Dead (The Jack Bertolino Series Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Montenegro stood behind the well-worn gray and pink Formica countertop at her Venice Deli, a place she’d been running for the past thirty years. A refrigerated meat case hummed on her left and on her right, a glass case filled with potato, macaroni, and Greek salads, coleslaw, olives, pickles, and cheese. Her thick white hair had woven slashes of silver and was pulled back into a studied bun. She looked to Jack to be in her early eighties. Her gaze was focused on a cell phone as she pecked out a text, unresponsive to the entrance bell that dinged announcing Jack’s arrival. “I hate these damn phones,” she playfully scolded, concentrating on her iPhone. “My fingers are arthritic, my eyes too weak, and I can’t remember what in God’s name I tried to say by the time I hit the Send button.” Her trim forefinger tapped Send, and as she looked up from her cell, her face crinkled into a warm smile that was mirrored by Jack’s. “Do I know you?”
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