Two cups of coffee later, he decided he didn’t have a next move. He did conclude that one thing he needed to do was go talk to Mahoney. He didn’t think Mahoney would help him; in fact, he was almost certain Mahoney wouldn’t. Mahoney acted almost totally out of his own self-interest, and he would immediately realize that siding with DeMarco against the commissioner of the NYPD would most likely not be to his advantage. Nonetheless, DeMarco needed to let his boss know that he was planning to devote his life, at least for a while, to the destruction of Brian Quinn. He didn’t know how things would eventually work out with Quinn—not well, he suspected—but if he was still alive and not in jail, he’d like to be employed when it was all over. He called Mahoney’s secretary and said he needed to speak to the man. “He’s not happy with you,” Mavis said.“Yeah, I know.” “Anyway, his schedule’s completely full but if you show up here at eleven forty-five maybe you can get in to see him for a couple of minutes before he heads off to lunch.
