Shapiro called me on my cell phone to give me the heads up about when me and Nikki were supposed to be meeting the Feds. When the call came through, me and Ricky were sitting at the kitchen table eating a plate of eggs and cornedbeef hash I had just picked up from the Denny’s restaurant up the street.“Hello,” I said.“Good morning Kira. This is Mr. Shapiro.” “Good morning.” “I’ve got some information for you. Is this a good time?” “No, not really,” I told him. “Is your husband around?” “Yeah,” I answered, trying not to change the tone of my voice. “Okay. Well, I’ll tell you what. I’m about to go to court because I have a case scheduled at eleven o’clock. So if you like, I could either call you back when I get to the office, or you can call me after five.” “It doesn’t matter. Either way is alright wit’ me.” “Okay, then. I guess I’ll be calling you back after I get out of court.” “That’s fine.” “Okay. Talk to you then.” “Alright.
