Finn said to Anton. “I’m going to make a call.”He smiled at the dark-haired counter girl who was pretending she wasn’t listening and ducked out to phone Tommy. The old man was no longer sitting in front of the dry cleaners. He was perched in the window looking out. The wind had kicked up and a light rain was falling. He ducked under the bakery awning but couldn’t get cell service on his phone.He finally managed a connection by climbing into the backseat of the car and leaning against the window.He dialed Tommy’s cell and was flipped immediately to voice mail. He hung up, then dialed again just in case. Same thing.“Damn,” he muttered. He had forgotten all about the daylong string of interviews Tommy was giving in support of next week’s hospital benefit.It was probably a waste of time but he left a message.“Listen, I’m here in front of the bakery. I’ll do it if you feel that strongly about it, but as your attorney and your friend, I thought it was in your best interest to give you one more chance.
