Tony said.“You’re fine, Tony,” Angela said. “Matthew, you’re only going to JFK, not to a Broadway show.”“I have to at least look like his lawyer, right?” Matthew said.“I suppose.” Angela hugged Tony. “I know you will succeed in finding Trina.”“Thank you,” Tony said, his arms at his sides, his eyes flitting to Matthew. “Thank you for helping me, Angela.”Angela released him. “You make sure to call and tell me all about it, you hear?”“I will call you.”When the taxi arrived, Tony wanted to sit in the front.“The air bag is in the front,” Tony said.“It is traditional to sit in the back of the taxi,” Matthew said. “Besides, we need to discuss some business, Mr. Santangelo.”Tony sat in the back.“So, you really like Trina,” Matthew said.“Yes,” Tony said.“She seems nice,” Matthew said.“She is nice,” Tony said.“How do you know that Trina is nice?” Matthew asked.“Her eyes are clear,” Tony said.“That doesn’t mean she’s nice,”
