Penny slept peacefully on the navy rug beside her, with a tummy full of chicken lo mein. They both felt well fed and reasonably safe, given the lock on the conference room door, the double lock on the firm’s reception area, and the armed guard at the desk downstairs. Rosato & Associates wasn’t Fort Knox, but it beat Judy’s apartment, for the time being. She’d called the cops about the break-in, but Detective Wilkins was on the day tour this week and she’d had to settle for filing a complaint with the desk officer, who said they’d check it out when they could. He didn’t know about any follow-up on the car bomb or where her car was. So far the score was Coluzzi Family 1, Golden Lovers 0. It was against nature. Judy hit PLAY on the tape machine, and Fat Jimmy’s gravelly voice came on the line, by now familiar:JIMMY: I need that suit. WOMAN’S VOICE: Sir, I told you Tuesday, not Monday. JIMMY: So Tuesday, Monday, what’s the difference? I need it today. WOMAN’S VOICE: Sir, we don’t have it.
