want to try to handle it myselffirst. I'm not even entirely sure what I'd want you to do.'
'If you want to callWilliamI'm around. Okay?'
'Okay. And thanks.' He hesitated. 'Tell me somethingRichard - are you superstitious?'
'Me? You ask an old wop like me if I'm superstitious? Growing up in a family where my mother and grandmother and all my aunts went around
hail-Marying and praying to every saint you ever heard of and another bunch you didn't ever hear of and covering up the mirrors when someone
died and poking the sign of the evil eye at crows and black cats that crossed their path? Me? You ask me a question like that?'
'Yeah' Billy saidsmiling a little in spite of himself. 'I ask you a question like that.'
Richard Ginelli's voice came backflathardand totally devoid of humor. 'I believe in only two thingsWilliam. Guns and moneythat's what I
believe in. And you can quote me. Superstitious? Not me
paisan. You are thinking of some other dago.'
'That's good' Billy saidand his own smile widened. It was the first real smile to sit on his face in almost a monthand it felt good - it felt
damned
good.
That eveningjust after Heidi had come inPenschley called.
'Your Gypsies have led us a merry chase' he said. 'You've piled up damn near ten thous,
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