I agreed to see him as a favor. John Veneto was the only father figure I knew growing up in Bensonhurst. I don’t know if Rebecca knows that her father and my mother had an affair that lasted more than four years. If she does, she hasn’t mentioned it to me. And that’s not like her. Rebecca wears her emotions like a winter coat. All wrapped up in a cozy, protective layer of anger and lust. It’s her standard operating procedure. I don’t mind. She’s beautiful when she lashes out at me. “Ahem.” I blink a few times as I realize Mario’s trying to get my attention. “So you said your brother-in-law is looking at how many years?” Mario looks annoyed that I wasn’t paying attention. This fucker doesn’t know that I don’t give a shit about his brother-in-law or the number of years he’s going to be locked away. I’ve got more important stuff to worry about right now. But I can’t break cover. “Twelve years.”
