His friend, Mendel Fujikawa, sat back on the sofa and thumbed through the latest copy of Vogue and laughed at how far the fashion sense of the celebrity actress had fallen over the years. The two of them had decided to meet at this time so they could discuss the search for Jeffrey David Rothstein that apparently had come crashing to a halt practically overnight. There was no word from Louis Grecko, and no matter how hard Heinrich had tried, he’d been incapable of getting any information out of the odd bounty hunter’s mother. She was either unaware of his whereabouts, or she was unwilling to divulge them. As he looked at the clock, he rapped his knuckles against the desk and exhaled heavily at his companion for some assurances that he was being silly and that everything was under control. The two of them had been certain that once Louis was on the case Jeffrey would be tracked down and brought to them within the week; that had been over a month ago, and they had not heard from Louis in more than two weeks.
