I was being followed but it was easy to slip by the two FBI guys tailing me once I hit Penn Station. The FBI on my trail was better than The Family, anyway. I was hoping the agents would scare off Chenzo’s men for awhile, until they figured out I was no longer being shadowed. What bothered me was it wasn’t the two agents with Keane. I was being followed by yet another set, and I wondered how far and deep this went with the Feds. I’d suddenly become a person of interest after years of skating by and doing my own thing without interference. I called Marisa, who seemed happy to hear my voice. Or she had information she couldn’t wait to tell me. “I have some information,” she said. “Shoot,” I said. I walked around the outside of Madison Square Garden, trying to keep to the crowds. It was easy to lose yourself with so many different people mashed together on the sidewalk.
